“Just take so dicine and rest. If the fever doesn’t subside by the afternoon, go to the hospital for a check-up.”
The middle-aged school doctor finished a basic examination of Ning Chu without any expression and continued, “Your tonsils are also a bit inflad. Be more careful these days. I’ll get you the dicine, which should be taken after als. I’ll write the dosage on the bag.”
“How much is it?” Wen Yang asked nervously.
“The school infirmary is free.”
Ning Chu still looked a bit listless, his head drooping as if he was about to fall asleep, leaning against Wen Yang’s shoulder.
The fatigue and weakness brought on by the high fever made it impossible for him to control his actions.
“Once we get the dicine, we’ll go to the cafeteria to eat.”
“I don’t have an appetite…”
“Eat a little, how about so porridge?”
The school doctor had already prepared the dicine, dividing it into bags with the dosages clearly marked.
Hearing Wen Yang’s words, he reminded, “Porridge isn’t nutritious. Have him eat more eggs, at, and milk.”
“Oh, okay.”
“And eat light.”
Before leaving, Ning Chu suddenly rembered Zhang Shaoqing.
He turned back and asked the school doctor, who was drinking tea, “Does our school have psychological counseling? My roommate just went through a breakup and isn’t in a good state.”
“Yes, on the second floor.”
“Mm, thank you, teacher.”
Ning Chu breathed a sigh of relief.
If possible, it would be best to bring Zhang Shaoqing in for a psychological check.
He walked out of the infirmary door and looked down to see Wen Yang already squatting at the entrance.
His mouth twitched.
Although his body was indeed weak, he didn’t want to be treated like a porcelain doll.
With a helpless sigh, he once again leaned his body forward and wrapped his arms around Wen Yang’s neck.
Being too close with soone is indeed troubleso…
But the plot hasn’t really started yet, and he still needs a good relationship to guide Wen Yang.
Once all the plotlines are over, he’ll just break up with Wen Yang!
Leaning on Wen Yang’s shoulder, Ning Chu tried hard to sit up straight, not wanting his developing small breasts to press against Wen Yang’s back.
But the jostling made him unconsciously choose the safest way.
After only a few steps, he tightly hugged Wen Yang’s neck, pressing against his back.
The rain had lessened considerably since they ca out.
Wen Yang crossed the road, avoiding the puddles, and carried Ning Chu to the cafeteria entrance.
Knowing his roommate was thin-skinned, Wen Yang squatted down and gently put Ning Chu down.
He subconsciously glanced at Ning Chu’s small buttocks and thighs.
Compared to a mature woman, his roommate’s buttocks were still a bit immature, but small, full, and perky.
The touch and elasticity he felt when he accidentally touched them made him almost want to pinch them.
Still dazed from the fever, Ning Chu didn’t notice Wen Yang’s gaze.
He was too weak to pay attention, wandering like a ghost into the cafeteria, finding an empty table, and imdiately sitting down, his face resting on the table.
Due to the rain and the holiday, there weren’t many students in the cafeteria even at alti.
He lay there, falling into a half-sleeping state in no ti.
“I’m going to get so food. Wait for —”
Wen Yang was about to leave when he saw Ning Chu had already closed his eyes.
He sighed helplessly, “Why did you get sick?”
Although Ning Chu’s illness brought out a sickly, delicate charm that was endearing, it also made people worry.
While getting food, he kept looking back at Ning Chu, afraid his roommate might disappear if he wasn’t careful.
Fortunately, there were no students in line at the food window.
He randomly chose a few dishes and quickly returned with the tray to sit across from Ning Chu.
“Wake up, it’s ti for lunch.” Wen Yang gently nudged Ning Chu’s shoulder. “You need to eat before taking your dicine.”
“Mm… I know.”
Ning Chu’s lips moved slightly, responding vaguely.
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