Chapter 8 You and Me That Year 2
Qing Nuan has been drowsy and almost in a semi-comatose state since being hospitalized.
Occasionally, she could feel a doctor by her side, giving her injections, IV drips, and drawing her blood, but this awareness would usually only last for a minute or two before she would pass out again from the high fever.
She felt uncomfortable even in her sleep, with dry mouth, body aches, headache, and her throat felt like it was burning in fire.
She was still thinking in a daze, this is really the pain of breathing, even breathing in and out can cause pain throughout the body, it is so uncomfortable.
That day, when she was feeling so miserable that she wanted to die, suddenly a pair of warm hands covered her forehead.
She felt the man's slender fingers and how cautiously he touched her. Even through the rubber gloves, Qing Nuan could feel his tenderness.
Is Song Yang here?
Qing Nuan felt like she was hallucinating and was full of doubts.
What happened? Why was she in so much pain? Why were there so many doctors surrounding her? Who was this person? Was it Song Yang?
Is she seriously ill and about to die?
If this is true, then...
Will Cheng Ge come to see her?
It shouldn’t be the case. You should stop deceiving yourself and think about what you are thinking.
Qing Nuan thought about it and wanted to shake her head vigorously to clear her thoughts, but she didn't even have the strength to move.
Qing Nuan tried her best to open her eyes, but she only managed to open her eyelids a tiny gap...
The scene in front of her made Qing Nuan feel unfamiliar, but the figure of the man busy taking care of her made Qing Nuan extremely familiar.
The man was wearing a special isolation suit made by the hospital and even an isolation mask, so his features could not be seen clearly. In addition, Qing Nuan had a high fever all day and her mind was confused. She just subconsciously thought that the man must be Song Yang, and at this moment, the only person who could appear here was probably Song Yang.
She called his name in a hoarse voice: "Song Yang, I feel so uncomfortable, I want to drink some water... It's so dry... My throat hurts..."
"It's okay, you will be discharged from the hospital soon, it's okay, Nuannuan."
The man wiped her forehead and arms with a wet towel, and brought a bowl of water, scooped up a little bit with a spoon, and slowly fed it to Qing Nuan's mouth. Because of her burning throat, he only fed her a small spoonful at a time, and in this way, it took more than 20 minutes to feed her a bowl of water.
Qing Nuan's consciousness was hazy and she didn't realize how carefully that person took care of her. She just felt the clear water entering her throat, which relieved a lot of her pain.
Qing Nuan was too tired. She closed her eyes and said in a hoarse and weak voice, "Song Yang, why are you wearing an isolation suit? Is my disease contagious?"
"Don't be afraid, Nuannuan. The doctor said that you can be discharged from the hospital after your fever goes down and you don't feel so uncomfortable anymore. I will stay with you for the next few days." The man touched Qingnuan's head. He was obviously trying to comfort Qingnuan, but his tone was full of heartache.
"If it's an infectious disease, then don't come to see me. It doesn't matter, I just don't want it to be transmitted to you..." Qing Nuan said subconsciously.
"Silly girl." The man's tone was very doting, "Don't let your imagination run wild. Just take good care of yourself."
Qing Nuan realized something in a daze and asked, "Did I get the flu virus..." After saying that, she burst into tears out of fear and pain, "Song Yang, am I going to die?"
"What nonsense are you talking about." The man's tone was a little bit angry but also doting. Seeing that she was crying out of fear, he reached out to help her wipe away her tears, then leaned over and kissed her on the forehead through the isolation mask.
He kissed her very carefully and gently, even though he knew Qing Nuan could only feel the hard touch of the mask, which was not pleasant, but he still tried his best.
After the kiss, he began to coax Qing Nuan to sleep: "Be good, have a good rest, and recuperate here... When you recover, I will treat you to beef noodles, okay?"
" Beef noodles..." Qing Nuan murmured vaguely.
"Yes, three slices of beef and a bowl of thick soup. Isn't that your favorite?"
"Yes, I love it the most..." Qing Nuan's voice became softer and softer, and finally she was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.
But before she fell asleep completely, she felt that something seemed to be wrong.
She seemed to have never told Song Yang that she liked beef noodles, especially the one with three slices of beef and a bowl of thick soup.
How did Song Yang know?
The only one who understands her taste is Cheng Ge.
Is Cheng Ge here?
Does Cheng Ge want to treat her to beef noodles?
As long as I recover from my illness, I can go back to J City with Cheng Ge, go back to the school cafeteria, and eat together, right?
We can go back to the past, right?
With a great wish in mind, Qing Nuan finally murmured the name that haunted her dreams: "Brother Ge...Brother Ge...Brother Ge...are you here?"
She kept murmuring, and her eyes became wet again.
The man held her hand: "Yes, I'm here."
But these were just vague memories before she went to bed, and she quickly ignored and forgot them.
Qing Nuan spent the next few days under that person's care.
Qing Nuan was groaning in discomfort, and the man was holding her, patting her back like he was coaxing a child, and talking to her.
The high fever wouldn't go away, Qing Nuan didn't know what he was saying to her, and even her consciousness was intermittent, but she really liked the feeling of being held in his arms.
Qing Nuan couldn't hear him clearly and didn't have the energy to answer, so she just hummed twice.
Later, Qing Nuan discovered that as long as she hummed, the man would hug her.
Hug her and she will feel very comfortable.
So she hummed from time to time, when it hurt, when it didn't hurt, when she was drowsy, and when she woke up but couldn't open her eyes.
In short, she was like a little animal, humming all day long just to be held by him.
The man was helpless and had to hold her all day long, because as soon as he let go, Qing Nuan would hum more accurately than an alarm clock, whether she was asleep or unconscious.
He felt that Qing Nuan was really a spirit.
In this way, Qing Nuan stayed in the isolation room for more than a week before the fever slowly subsided.
Qing Nuan finally woke up.
But Qing Nuan discovered that the person who had been taking care of her when she was drowsy was not in the ward.
"Strange , where did Song Yang go?" Qing Nuan said to herself.
She waited for more than an hour but still got no response until the doctor came and told her that she was fine. The condition had been confirmed to be a severe viral cold, but fortunately it was not the influenza virus, so she did not need to be quarantined and could be discharged from the hospital and return to school to take medicine for treatment.
Qing Nuan was very grateful, as if she had just been saved. She said to the doctor, "Thank you, doctor. I also want to ask, do you know where my boyfriend is? I remember he was there when I fell asleep just now."
"Oh, that man, but he said he is not your boyfriend." the doctor replied.
"Isn't it Song Yang?"
The doctor nodded: "Well, I forgot the man's name, but it was definitely not Song Yang. He seemed to say that he wanted to clinically observe the symptoms of suspected influenza virus. He came in through a relationship and could come into close contact with patients. He might not be your friend."
The doctor's words were ambiguous and Qing Nuan was confused.
Seeing Qing Nuan's bewildered look, the doctor smiled again: "Girl, you had a very high fever before, and your symptoms were similar to those of the flu virus. You have been isolated and treated as a suspected flu virus case. Except for people in the hospital, no outsiders can come in to see you."
Qing Nuan only realized it belatedly.
She remembered that the man was still wearing an isolation suit, so... that person was not Song Yang, but someone from the hospital?
But she remembered that the man kissed her, and she seemed to be held in his arms all the time... Could it be that she slept too deeply and had such an illusion?
That's so embarrassing!
Thinking of this, Qing Nuan's face turned red unconsciously. She didn't say anything more to the doctor and went to complete the discharge procedures.
