Song Yan snorted and said bitterly, "Sometimes being too helpful can turn into nosy."

Yan Zhuo: "..."

He really wanted to slap each other hard.

Snow water has seeped into the cotton mop, what is he trying to figure out.

Yan Zhuo kicked a snowball at his feet and said, "Then I'm leaving."

Song Yan did not speak.

"I'm really gone! Are you sure Mr. Song doesn't need my help?"

The snow is so heavy and the ground is so slippery, do you want to fall again? Yan Zhuo thought.

Song Yan sighed: "I didn't say what I said just now."

Ok.

The kind-hearted Yan Zhuo automatically took these four words as his unilateral weakness.

The two walked to the inpatient department side by side, their shoes stepping on the snow, making a "creaky" sound.

At night, the five senses of a person are extremely sensitive. In such a quiet atmosphere, there was a subtle embarrassment.

Yan Zhuo was at a loss for words: "Are you cold?"

"not cold."

"..."

He forgot that Song Yan was just an ice cube, how could ice cubes be afraid of cold.

Yan Zhuo stretched out his hand and let the snow melt in his palm.

"Then do you like snow?" he asked.

Song Yan said, "I don't like it."

"..."

You have to say you like it before you can talk.

Yan Zhuo made persistent efforts: "Why don't you like it?"

"No reason."

very good. Awesome.

It's just a topic terminator.

"Then what do you like?" Yan Zhuo had given up on himself. Even if Song Yan didn't like anything he said, he still insisted on talking about this day.

Fortunately, Song Yan didn't answer as he thought. After all, the other party always played cards unreasonably. Song Yan said, "I like summer."

summer ah...

Yan Zhuo doesn't like summer.

Although there are lush foliage and noisy cicadas in summer, and the vast blue sky. But for him, summer is more about heat and unease.

He put his frozen hands in his pockets and asked Song Yan, "Why do you like summer?"

Song Yan said, "No why."

The conversation is back to square one.

The destination has already arrived, and he doesn't need to continue chatting awkwardly.

Yan Zhuo said, "It's here."

Song Yan was silent, and after stepping on the steps, he said softly, "Good night."

"See you tomorrow."

The next morning, the cafeteria was almost full.

Maybe because the snow stopped, everyone ran out for food. Usually it was deserted, but now there is a lot of chatter and long queues. There were so many people suddenly, and Yan Zhuo was really uncomfortable.

After finishing the meal, he looked around, but to his surprise, he didn't see Song Yan.

Yan Zhuo ate an unpleasant breakfast by himself despite his stuffy nose, and sneezed three times in a row.

It looks like caught a cold last night.

Yan Zhuo touched his nose and couldn't help complaining about Song Yan in his heart.

He was groggy all the way, and not even the cold wind could clear his head.

Until met Nurse Qin Xiao at the front desk in the lobby.

Qin Xiao stopped him and said, "Your face is not very good."

Yan Zhuo nodded and muttered, "It's frozen."

In this weather, it is not uncommon to have a cold and a fever. Qin Xiao was not curious to ask him why he was frozen.

She pulled out a few packs of cold medicine from the drawer and handed it to Yan Zhuo, saying, "Two meals a day, morning and evening, take two days to ensure that your medicine will be cured."

Yan Zhuo took it over: "Thank you."

Qin Xiao smiled and said, "You're welcome, you're considered light." She raised her chin toward the depths of the corridor, "Here—forgot which room it was, a handsome guy had a high fever early this morning. , that's serious."

Big guy.

Yan Zhuo extracted the key words. There is only one person in the whole building who can be called a handsome guy. He asked in a word, "108?"

"It seems... I forgot the room number, it's the invisible handsome guy."

"..."

Yan Zhuo turned around, his head awake, and his heart unexpectedly balanced.

Door 108 was unlocked, and Yan Zhuo opened it with a slight push.

Song Yan lay quietly on the bed.

Yan Zhuo shouted, "Song Yan?"

The person on the bed didn't respond.

Yan Zhuo frowned and gently touched his forehead, it was so hot.

Seems to be really ill.

Yan Zhuo worriedly called Qin Xiao in and asked, "Don't he need to see a doctor like this?"

Qin Xiao took the thermometer and said, "It's alright, I've already taken the medicine, I'll be fine after a sleep."

Yan Zhuo suggested: "I think it's better to have a look."

Glancing at him faintly, Qin Xiao reminded, "We are half a hospital."

"forget……"

Qin Xiao gave him a look and said, "If you are really worried, you can physically cool him down."

After Nurse Qin finished speaking, she was called away, leaving Yan Zhuo alone to face Song Yan.

He had never taken care of a patient, so he could only do a cursory search on Baidu.

It seems that being sick can change a person, Song Yan has changed from a cold ice prince to a fire boy. Yan Zhuo put a towel soaked in cold water on his forehead angrily.

Song Yan was suddenly cold and turned her head uncomfortably.

Yan Zhuo straightened his head again.

Song Yan frowned and turned around again.

Yan Zhuo put it back again.

So many times back and forth...

Yan Zhuo's mentality exploded, and he complained numbly, "You are still so stubborn when you are sick."

Not knowing when Song Yan's fever subsided, Yan Zhuo didn't have the patience to keep looking at him.

He poured a glass of water and put it on the head of the bed, tucked the quilt, and went to do his own business.

When came to see Song Yan again, it was already noon.

At that time, Song Yan was already awake, lying motionless against the head of the bed.

Yan Zhuo put the steamed buns and millet porridge packed from the cafeteria on the table, and joked, "You have a really comfortable day every day."