âJust take some medicine and rest. If the fever doesnât subside by the afternoon, go to the hospital for a check-up.â
The middle-aged school doctor finished a basic examination of Ning Chu without any expression and continued, âYour tonsils are also a bit inflamed. Be more careful these days. Iâll get you the medicine, which should be taken after meals. Iâll write the dosage on the bag.â
âHow much is it?â Wen Yang asked nervously.
âThe school infirmary is free.â
Ning Chu still looked a bit listless, his head drooping as if he was about to fall asleep, leaning against Wen Yangâs shoulder.
The fatigue and weakness brought on by the high fever made it impossible for him to control his actions.
âOnce we get the medicine, weâll go to the cafeteria to eat.â
âI donât have an appetiteâ¦â
âEat a little, how about some porridge?â
The school doctor had already prepared the medicine, dividing it into bags with the dosages clearly marked.
Hearing Wen Yangâs words, he reminded, âPorridge isnât nutritious. Have him eat more eggs, meat, and milk.â
âOh, okay.â
âAnd eat light.â
Before leaving, Ning Chu suddenly remembered Zhang Shaoqing.
He turned back and asked the school doctor, who was drinking tea, âDoes our school have psychological counseling? My roommate just went through a breakup and isnât in a good state.â
âYes, on the second floor.â
âMm, thank you, teacher.â
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 didnât 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 Yangâs neck.
Being too close with someone is indeed troublesomeâ¦
But the plot hasnât really started yet, and he still needs a good relationship to guide Wen Yang.
Once all the plotlines are over, heâll just break up with Wen Yang!
Leaning on Wen Yangâs shoulder, Ning Chu tried hard to sit up straight, not wanting his developing small breasts to press against Wen Yangâs back.
But the jostling made him unconsciously choose the safest way.
After only a few steps, he tightly hugged Wen Yangâs neck, pressing against his back.
The rain had lessened considerably since they came 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 Chuâs small buttocks and thighs.
Compared to a mature woman, his roommateâs 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 didnât notice Wen Yangâs gaze.
He was too weak to pay attention, wandering like a ghost into the cafeteria, finding an empty table, and immediately sitting down, his face resting on the table.
Due to the rain and the holiday, there werenât many students in the cafeteria even at mealtime.
He lay there, falling into a half-sleeping state in no time.
âIâm going to get some food. Wait for meââ
Wen Yang was about to leave when he saw Ning Chu had already closed his eyes.
He sighed helplessly, âWhy did you get sick?â
Although Ning Chuâs illness brought out a sickly, delicate charm that was endearing, it also made people worry.@@novelbin@@
While getting food, he kept looking back at Ning Chu, afraid his roommate might disappear if he wasnât 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.
âWake up, itâs time for lunch.â Wen Yang gently nudged Ning Chuâs shoulder. âYou need to eat before taking your medicine.â
âMm⦠I know.â
Ning Chuâs lips moved slightly, responding vaguely.