novelhk Chapter 110: Lin Shuhuan, is he interested in me?
Chapter 110: Lin Shuhuan, is he interested in me?
Jian Yue picked up the big bowl of seafood porridge that she had cooked earlier, blew on it a few times, and then put it into her mouth in big mouthfuls.
Soon the bowl was empty.
He wiped his mouth, walked to the desk and took out the ancient book.
After reading just a few pages, his eyes began to wander and his mind was not on the book at all.
Then he simply covered his face with the book.
The whole person was slumped on the bed in the shape of an "A" character, with his hands and feet placed haphazardly, looking like he was in a complete mess.
I lay like this for quite a while.
Jian Yue suddenly sat up, frowning and looking annoyed.
He pulled the book off his face and threw it aside fiercely, muttering, "It's so annoying!"
I don’t want to cook dinner, I’ll just make a pot of seafood porridge and eat it!
He let out a long sigh, like a deflated ball, and lay back on the bed weakly.
His eyes were staring straight at the ceiling, his expression empty, and he was in a daze.
Dormitory of the Art Troupe
Ye Qingqing curled up in the quilt, but still couldn't stop trembling.
As soon as Zhang Qing entered the room, she saw Ye Qingqing's look and walked over in confusion.
"Qingqing, why are you so hot? You have a fever!"
Ye Qingqing leaned weakly against Zhang Qing, her voice as thin as a mosquito's, "I... I'm fine."
I didn’t expect that I would get a fever after getting caught in the rain in the morning!
"You're still saying you're fine!" Zhang Qing frowned. "Look, you can't even stand steadily. Don't try to hold on. Let's go to the military hospital right away!"
After saying that, he held Ye Qingqing tightly and walked out with difficulty.
Ye Qingqing's steps were weak, and she relied entirely on Zhang Qing to support her body.
Zhang Qing supported Ye Qingqing and stumbled all the way to the military hospital.
The hospital was filled with the smell of disinfectant, and doctors and nurses in white coats were walking hurriedly.
"Doctor, please take a look! My sister has a high fever!"
A doctor wearing black-framed glasses and with a serious expression walked quickly over when he heard the voice.
Let Ye Qingqing sit down on a wooden chair beside her, reach out and touch her forehead, frowning and saying, "This burn is not light!"
Then he picked up the stethoscope and listened carefully to Ye Qingqing's chest.
"Comrade nurse, please arrange a bed for him first, give him an IV to reduce his fever, and then prescribe some medicine." The doctor gave orders loudly while writing quickly in the medical record.
Zhang Qing hurriedly helped Ye Qingqing to the ward.
After a while, Ye Qingqing saw the long infusion tube and the sharp needle, her eyes full of fear, "Zhang Qing, what...what is this? I'm scared."
"Gentle, don't be afraid, it won't hurt." Zhang Qing comforted with a smile.
The nurse prepared the drip with skillful movements.
Ye Qingqing closed her eyes tightly, not daring to look at the needle.
Seeing Ye Qingqing so nervous, the nurse said, "Comrade, don't be afraid. Relax. I will be gentler."
Ye bit her lip lightly, her voice trembling, "I... I'm still scared."
"Trust me, it will be fine in a moment. Come on, stretch out your arm so I can find the veins."
Ye Qingqing stretched out her hand tremblingly, her eyes still closed.
The nurse patted her arm gently and said, "Comrade, your blood vessels are a little thin, but don't worry, I will be careful."
Ye Qingqing's body was tense, and she prayed silently in her heart that this terrible process would end quickly.
The nurse found the blood vessel and quickly inserted the needle into it.
Ye took a deep breath, tears welling up in his eyes.
The nurse quickly said, "Okay, okay, it's done. Isn't it not as scary as you imagined?"
Ye Qingqing slowly opened her eyes, looked at her hand with the needle stuck in it, and nodded with lingering fear.
Then, he leaned weakly on the pillow.
His face was still pale, but his mood was slightly more stable.
A colleague joked to Lin Shuhuan with a smile, "Shuhuan, I just saw that female comrade from the art troupe in the ward. She looks sick!"
When Lin Shuhuan heard this, his brows instantly frowned.
He unconsciously clenched the pen in his hand, but pretended to be indifferent.
Seeing his expression, his colleagues stopped talking.
After a while, Lin Shuhuan couldn't hold back any longer and got up and walked out of the office.
He walked hurriedly back and forth in the corridor of the military inpatient department, his heart hanging in the balance.
Searched every corner.
Finally, in a ward on the second floor, I saw Ye Qingqing, who was receiving an IV drip and looked pale.
He stopped at the door with a complicated look in his eyes.
I wondered to myself: What happened to her?
The hidden concern surged in his eyes, and the inner entanglement was like a tangled mess.
He hesitated for a long time at the door, wondering whether to go in or not.
Ye Qingqing inadvertently turned sideways.
Her eyes happened to meet Lin Shuhuan who was staring at her infatuatedly.
A light of surprise instantly bloomed on his pale face, and he was secretly delighted in his heart.
Did he come to see me specially?
So, Lin Shuhuan is interested in me?
Lin Shuhuan's eyes were first flustered, and then filled with nervousness.
I instinctively wanted to run away, but my legs felt like they were weighed down by lead blocks and I couldn't move.
Ye Qingqing was overwhelmed with uncontrollable joy.
Her cheeks flushed slightly, and her eyes were full of anticipation and shyness.
Lin Shuhuan's Adam's apple rolled up and down, his hands clenched unconsciously, and he was struggling fiercely in his heart.
On the one hand, he wanted to escape from this place that made his heart beat like a drum.
On the other hand, Ye Qingqing's gaze full of affection was like a magnet, tightly attracting his feet.
The air in the ward seemed to become sticky, and an ambiguous atmosphere spread wildly between the two of them.
Ye Qingqing tilted her head slightly, her voice as gentle as a feather brushing past, "Why... are you here?"
Lin Shuhuan swallowed hard, pretending to be indifferent, and said stubbornly: "I... just passed by and took a look."
But his wandering eyes had already exposed his thoughts.
Suddenly, Zhang Qing stood behind Lin Shuhuan and shouted crisply, "Chief Lin, why are you here?"
Lin Shuhuan froze, and a flash of embarrassment flashed across his face. He stammered, "I... I was passing by and came to take a look."
Ye Qingqing also turned her head away in panic, the blush on her face had not yet faded.
Zhang Qing didn't notice anything strange about the two of them. She said with a look of surprise, "Chief Lin, what a coincidence! Qingqing's illness had me so worried!"
Lin Shuhuan smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to respond.
Ye Qingqing secretly glanced at Lin Shuhuan, then quickly lowered her head, feeling confused.
Zhang Qing looked at Lin Shuhuan, then at Ye Qingqing, and suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong.
But he couldn't tell what was wrong, so he could only continue to talk to himself, "Chief Lin, how about we have lunch together at noon?"
Lin Shuhuan waved his hands quickly, "I'm a little slow."
After saying that, he fled.
Zhang Qing pursed her lips, feeling a little disappointed at being rejected.
Ye Qingqing was still immersed in the eye contact with Lin Shuhuan just now, so much so that she ignored Zhang Qing's performance.
The ward fell into silence for a moment until a new patient came in.