The school’s little wild cat is cute and sweet

Chapter 232 Infirmary

Leng Che came to the infirmary and the school doctor recognized him.

He only had a scratch on his face before, but he was forcibly dragged in by the girl inside.

The school doctor was impressed and before he could say anything, he took the initiative to say, "The little girl has a high fever and is on an IV drip. She bumped her forehead and has applied ice and plaster. Her classmates sent her here and then went home. She is alone inside now."

The school doctor looked at him as if he was looking at a patient's "family member": "She fell asleep before paying the bill, and I was embarrassed to call her. Do you want to pay for her?"

Leng Che nodded and paid all the fees for her. The school doctor gave him two boxes of medicine, told him how to use the medicine, and reminded him to urge her to keep warm.

After finishing everything, I heard the school doctor say, "No one will come at noon, I'm going to have a meal. My contact information is written on the table, call me if there is anything urgent."

The school doctor took off his coat, closed the door of the infirmary and left, leaving them alone in the room.

Leng Che walked into another room inside and met the person he had been thinking about behind the screen.

She fell asleep on the small hospital bed, with water hanging on the arm that was exposed from the quilt, and one third of the liquid in the bottle had been gone.

I was still late last night. If I had gone to see her earlier, she might not have been cold.

Leng Che walked lightly and silently came to sit beside her. When he saw the bruise on her forehead, he felt a pain in his heart.

At noon, she only said to Zhuge that she would not go home, and did not mention her illness or injury. She was obviously a person who would grumble endlessly if she had a skin injury, and would pester people close to her to act like a spoiled child...

Maybe it was what he said last night that made her give up.

He was no longer the person closest to her.

This was clearly the result he wanted, and he knew clearly that he shouldn't be here. But when he learned from Feng Qingying that she was sent to the infirmary by her classmates, his struggling heart softened.

Mu Qianxi didn't sleep very soundly. She seemed to have had a nightmare and was frowning and mumbling softly.

He leaned closer and heard her moaning: "It's so cold... it hurts..."

His chest felt like it was hit hard by something, and Leng Che said nothing, but couldn't help but reach out his hand to her. His slender fingers gently brushed aside the strands of hair at her temples, and then, as if afraid of disturbing her, he held his breath and quietly held her hand.

As if she felt his presence, the nightmare dissipated, Mu Qianxi's brows gradually relaxed, and her breathing became steady and even.

Leng Che stared at her with mixed feelings, his eyes full of heartache.

He hated himself now. He couldn't tell her true feelings, but he couldn't control his worry about her.

He whispered so softly that it was almost inaudible: "Mu Qianxi, I told you not to get sick. Because seeing you like this, I can't bear to stay away from you..."

When Mu Qianxi woke up, the drip was almost finished, and the headache and dizziness had mostly subsided. She opened her eyes and met his gaze. The moment their eyes met, she actually caught a flash of heartache in his eyes, but the coldness that quickly replaced it made her suspect that it was just an illusion caused by illness.

Mu Qianxi hesitated for a few seconds and asked in a low voice: "Why are you here?"

After these few days, she didn't know how to face him. He seemed to hate her enthusiasm.

Leng Che did not answer, but reached out and touched her forehead: "The temperature has dropped."

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but his eyes were calm.

"Does your aunt know? Did she ask you to come?"

He clearly said last night that he only cared about her safety because of his aunt's request, but he still had expectations.

No, he couldn't help but care about her.

But since we have decided to keep our distance, what's the point in saying all this?

Leng Che looked away, afraid that if he looked at her any longer he would become completely soft-hearted.

He stood up: "The drip is almost over, I'll ask the doctor to come back and remove the needle for you."

Then, he opened the thermal box on the bedside table beside the bed, took out the prepared porridge and a plate of light side dishes, and laid them out.

"Finish the porridge." He said in a flat tone, still not meeting her gaze.

Immediately, he walked outside and called the school doctor. I don't know what the person on the other end said, but he just said hello and hurriedly left the infirmary.

Mu Qianxi stared at the food he had prepared in advance on the table, reached out and touched it, and it was still warm.

He is always like this, cold on the outside but considerate and thoughtful in his actions.

She liked him very much.

I don't want to give up just like that.