Chapter 123 The house leak happened to be rainy all night.

When Wen Zhiyan opened his eyes and found that Jiang Lan was no longer in his sight, he felt an indescribable irritation in his heart.

This annoyance reached its peak after he got up and searched his house to no avail.

At this time, he saw Jiang Lan kissing his knee obediently, and his irritability was relieved a little.

He stretched out his hand and rubbed Jiang Lan's slightly cold hair. His tone regained some warmth and asked him, "Brother Lan, are you cold?"

Jiang Lan shook her head and asked him, "Are you hungry?"

Wen Zhiyan I have no appetite and don't feel hungry.

But looking at the simple packing box Jiang Lan bought in the wind and snow, he still nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Although Wen Zhiyan nodded, it was a fact that he had no appetite.

I didn't even take two bites of the packed porridge before it felt like it was stuck in my throat, making it difficult to swallow.

Jiang Lan took the spoon himself and fed Wen Zhiyan one mouthful at a time, coaxing him to drink half of it before giving up.

And Wen Zhiyan's body temperature dropped within half an hour after drinking the porridge.

This made Jiang Lan breathe a sigh of relief, secretly hoping that Wen Zhiyan really had a fever just because he caught a cold.

But it turned out that Jiang Lan relaxed too early.

The two drank porridge. After Jiang Lan washed up, he turned off the computer, turned the lamp to the darkest level, and hugged Wen Zhiyan to coax him to sleep.

Wen Zhiyan, like everyone who had a cold, fell into trouble after taking medicine and dozed in Jiang Lan's arms.

Jiang Lan watched Wen Zhiyan with his eyes open until almost two o'clock in the morning, then he couldn't help feeling sleepy and fell asleep.

However, before he could even dream, he was keenly aware that Wen Zhiyan seemed to be getting hot again.

Jiang Lan woke up almost instantly.

He turned on the desk lamp and reached out to touch Wen Zhiyan's forehead, which was hot.

Jiang Lan was startled, and quickly took the thermometer, lifted Wen Zhiyan's arm and stuffed it into him. Five minutes later, Jiang Lan looked at the mercury bar that was almost touching his head, and his heart skipped a beat.

He pushed Wen Zhiyan to wake him up:

"Yanyan, don't sleep, go to the hospital."

But Wen Zhiyan was already starting to lose consciousness at this time.

He opened his mouth and murmured something unknown, then fell into a drowsy sleep again.

Jiang Lan was anxious. After getting dressed in a few moments, Jiang Lan began to help Wen Zhiyan put on his body one by one. Finally, he wrapped himself in his long, spacious cotton coat and put on Wen Zhiyan's hat. , then shouted again:

"Yanyan, can you get up?"

Wen Zhiyan felt that he had fallen into chaos. In addition to being unbearably hot, he also felt that his consciousness was scattered.

He felt as if he heard Jiang Lan talking to him, but he also felt that Jiang Lan was far away from him. Those words were not spoken in his ear, but when the person standing on the top of the mountain shouted to the people below, The echo of space that one hears.

Seeing that Wen Zhiyan had no reaction, Jiang Lan first called the emergency number of the city hospital, hoping that the city hospital would send an ambulance.

The house leaked and it rained all night.

Jiang Lan dialed the phone three times before someone hurriedly picked up the phone and told Jiang Lan that a gas explosion occurred at a hot pot restaurant in the city an hour ago, and ambulances from all hospitals in the city were dispatched.

It's still snowing outside, and the hospital can't send out a car, so they have to find a way to take people to the hospital first.

Jiang Lan let out a long breath, held Wen Zhiyan's wrist and squatted beside the bed, carried Wen Zhiyan on his back, took the key and went out.

The dots of poplar flowers at night have turned into pieces of goose feathers.

The originally gray-black concrete floor had already been covered with a thick layer of silvery white. Jiang Lan held Wen Zhiyan's thigh, lifted him up, and strode out of the alley against the wind and snow.

S was located on the edge of the city. It was three o'clock in the morning, there was heavy snowfall, and the whole street was deserted. Only dim street lights shone on the snow. The silence and emptiness made Jiang Lan feel chilled.

You will definitely not be able to get a taxi if you stand where you are.

Jiang Lan carried Wen Zhiyan on his back and strode towards the city hospital without hesitation. The wind blew on Jiang Lan's face like snowflakes, but Jiang Lan didn't feel the cold. He only focused on praying for Wen Zhiyan. Don't let anything happen.

Even though Jiang Lan is an alpha, in the final analysis he is nothing more than an ordinary person with a good physique.

Although Wen Zhiyan looked thin, he was actually quite heavy. In this state, lying on Jiang Lan, he seemed heavier than when he was awake.

Jiang Lan's pace was so fast that sweat broke out on his forehead in a short while.

He gasped for air, and the cold wind penetrated his lungs, making his throat hurt and he couldn't help coughing.

But he didn't dare to stop, he just kept running with all his strength.

The wind and snow fascinated Jiang Lan's eyes, making his eyes red and tears flowing down the corners of his eyes.

He couldn't remember how far he carried Wen Zhiyan on his back before he finally saw a pickup truck driver locking his car outside a residential building.

There is an advertisement for an APP that specializes in hauling goods on the small truck.

Jiang Lan seemed to have seen a savior, and quickly called the driver to stop, saying in a somewhat excited tone:

"Brother, big brother, help me!"

The driver had a cigarette in his mouth. When he heard Jiang Lan's almost broken cry for help, he subconsciously Want to refuse.

At this time and in this weather, no one wants to find something to do for themselves.

But when he saw that Jiang Lan seemed to be carrying someone on his back, he frowned: "What's going on?"

Jiang Lan seemed to have seen the last savior, breathing heavily and speaking incoherently: "Brother, my friend It may be divided! Help! We have to go to the hospital! "

Fortunately, there are always good people in the world.

The driver looked at the unconscious Wen Zhiyan on Jiang Lan's back, put out his cigarette butt, opened the car door, and raised his chin at Jiang Lan:

"Get in the car."

Jiang Lan felt that he had lived for nineteen years. There has never been a moment where I wanted to cry more than now.

With the help of the driver, the two of them stuffed Wen Zhiyan into the back seat of the minivan. When Jiang Lan got into the car, her feet went weak and she almost fell to her knees. The driver held her up: "Be careful."

Jiang Lan He thanked her profusely, got into the back seat of the car, and touched Wen Zhiyuan's cheek with his hands, which were numb from the cold, but could not detect any temperature.

The driver started the car, but it was a pity that it was difficult to drive fast in the snowy weather.

Jiang Lan was anxious all the way and his mind went blank.

An hour later, when he watched Wen Zhiyan being pushed into the emergency room by a group of medical staff in white coats, he felt that this night was like a hazy and absurd nightmare.