Xia Xingruo had never been sick, at least to Zhang Mingyang's knowledge.

Every time he was sick, Sister Ruoruo took care of him meticulously. She was exposed to such a big pathogen like him, ate and slept with him, but she was never infected.

He couldn't figure out the situation and rushed to the hospital with anxiety.

Leave all work matters directly to Teacher Shi and let them complete their assigned tasks first.

Speaking of which, he hasn't seen Sister Ruoruo for a while and has only communicated on QQ.

Since the last time she sent her to Shen Cong's IKEA, she has not asked him to come to her home or come out to play.

Although the two live in the same city, they seem to be in a long-distance relationship.

Zhang Mingyang stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and drove to the hospital quickly. When he arrived, Sister Ruoruo was already lying on the hospital bed for infusion.

She slept soundly, not even the crying and noise of a child in the ward could wake her up.

After not seeing each other for a few days, Zhang Mingyang suddenly noticed that Sister Ruoruo's face seemed to be extremely pale, with no trace of blood on her lips, and her long platinum hair scattered beside the pillow, revealing a pitiful and broken beauty.

In Zhang Mingyang's eyes, sister Ruoruo has always been cheerful and lively, full of energy and vigor anytime and anywhere. This is the first time he has seen Xia Xingruo like this.

Shen Congyi, who was sitting by the bed, noticed Zhang Mingyang walking into the ward and quickly stood up.

She said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I haven't noticed anything wrong with Ruoruo these past few days. When I knocked on the door to deliver food to her at noon today, there was no response..."

Zhang Mingyang didn't mean to blame Shen Congyi.

He had seen Sister Ruoruo concentrating on her creation, sitting alone in a small room and paying no attention to anyone. If she hadn't fainted at home today, and she didn't say anything, no one would have noticed that she was sick.

matter.

"Did the doctor see me? What did they say?" Zhang Mingyang asked.

He was more concerned about whether Sister Ruoruo had any other problems besides the cold.

"There are still a few tests that haven't produced results, but the doctor said there should be nothing wrong. It's because I haven't had a good rest recently and my immunity has decreased, so I got sick." Shen Congyi said as he took out the medical record and handed it to Zhang Mingyang.

.

After discovering that Xia Xingruo had fainted, Shen Congyi sent her to the hospital immediately, fearing that something would go wrong.

People felt safe staying with her, but she didn't take good care of them.

Zhang Mingyang flipped it over a few times and put it back. He couldn't understand it anyway. He just wanted to know that Sister Ruoruo was fine.

He could imagine that Xia Xingruo might have endured the pain for days and nights without sleeping a wink in order to write a satisfactory new book.

"You go back, I'll just stay here with you." Zhang Mingyang pulled a chair over from the side. He first helped Xia Xingruo tuck in the quilt. When he felt that the infusion tube seemed a little cold, he put his hand on it and let his hand

The heat on it is transferred.

"I'll stay here too. It's more convenient for two people to take care of you." Shen Congyi said anxiously.

She was also responsible for Xia Xing's illness, so she would feel bad in her conscience for leaving like this.

"You also have things to do." Zhang Mingyang said with a smile: "Go back and ventilate the room, and then buy disinfectant and spray it."

Shen Congyi wanted to say something else, but the words felt inappropriate when they came to her lips, and in the end she completely forgot what she wanted to say.

If Zhang Mingyang scolded her with a sullen expression, she would feel better.

But the more it seemed like nothing happened, the more uncomfortable she felt.

After hesitating for a moment, she said: "This is very close to my home. If you need anything, just call me."

"Um."

Farewell to Shen Congyi, Zhang Mingyang returned to the chair.

He quietly looked at Sister Ruoruo's sleeping face, his eyes full of heartache.

If possible, he would even want to directly tell Sister Ruoruo what to write and what kind of plot will be the most popular in the future. After all, he has read every one of her novels many times.

This might make her feel more relaxed.

But Zhang Mingyang knew that if Xia Xingruo knew about this, he would definitely not want him to do this.

He has to wait patiently, waiting for Sister Ruoruo to create those works bit by bit with her own hands.

When he was free, he took out his mobile phone and sent Xu Duanran a text message.

"I have something to do tonight and can't pick you up from get off work."

...

Xia Xingruo had a dream, a very long dream. The dream was all about the plots she had recently conceived. Every plot was about to get better, but it suddenly fell apart.

She knew that this was because she was not good enough, so she rejected it, and of course there was no follow-up.

In the dream, every plot is a world. She has traveled through many worlds, but none of them are satisfactory.

[To be honest, I have been using the Huanyuan app recently to read and catch up on updates. It allows me to switch between sources and read aloud with many sounds. .huanyuanapp is available for Android and Apple.]

She was just trapped in the nightmare.

The scenes in the dream flashed faster and faster, and Xia Xingruo searched desperately.

In the end, it seemed that she had found the most satisfying plot. She wrote down the scene in her dream and tried her best to wake up and write down the inspiration she had finally caught.

Light finally appeared in the dream world. She grabbed this ray of light and struggled to open her eyes.

There was an unfamiliar ceiling in front of him, and an infusion bottle above his head.

The memory gradually became coherent, and then she remembered that she had a cold and was burning unconscious in the room.

She didn't use a thermometer at all, and she didn't even take any medicine. She just lay in front of the table and changed the plot over and over again.

Xia Xingruo didn't know what happened next. When he woke up, he was already lying on the hospital bed.

"Wake up, girl. The young man who came with you has gone to get the test results. Don't worry, he will be back in a while."

Turning her head, Xia Xingruo noticed that the aunt in the next bed who was accompanying her grandson for an injection seemed to be talking to her.

She wanted to open her mouth to respond, but she had not spoken for too long recently, and her sore throat prevented her from speaking for a while.

In the end, I could only nod.

Xia Xingruo immediately guessed that the young man the other party was talking about was probably his junior fellow student, and he was the only one who would rush over as soon as possible when he fell ill.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! She had already made up her mind that she would never see Zhang Mingyang before writing the beginning, and forced herself to write the beginning quickly if she wanted to see him sooner.

I didn't expect the ending to be dramatic, as the two met in this way.

In addition to blaming herself for being useless, Xia Xingruo felt more relieved.

The thought of meeting the person she missed so much made the cold ward feel warm. She silently stared at the medicine dripping from her head.

Just like what the lady said just now, after a while, the familiar figure appeared at the door.

She wanted to say hello, but she had no strength at all.

Zhang Mingyang was holding the freshly bought fruit and yogurt in his left hand, and the freshly baked laboratory test sheet in his right hand.

After knowing that Sister Ruoruo was really fine, he finally felt at ease.

Before returning to the hospital bed, he first distributed the yogurt to the children in the bed next to him. He turned around and saw Sister Ruoruo lying on the bed, squinting her eyes to look at him secretly.

Seeing him turn his head, he quickly closed his eyes again.

Zhang Mingyang was also very cooperative. He pretended not to notice, opened a cup of yogurt to drink by himself after sitting down, and even peeled a banana and ate it with gusto.

Xia Xingruo didn't know why she was pretending to sleep. When she saw her junior coming over, she subconsciously closed her eyes.

It's like a child who makes a mistake doesn't know where he made a mistake, but knows that he will be beaten soon.

She felt that something was wrong with her this time.

Before the retreat, I swore that there would be no problem, but in the end I ended up getting myself admitted to the hospital. It was so embarrassing.

After closing the eyes, the sound becomes more sensitive.

She could clearly hear the sound of her junior classmate drinking yogurt. This guy definitely did it on purpose!

Xia Xingruo didn't know if her fever had gone away, but it was very hot now and her throat was a little dry. The cold yogurt must be delicious.

Just when Zhang Mingyang opened the second cup of yogurt, she really couldn't hold on and didn't know what she was struggling with. She simply opened her eyes and reached out to her junior, without saying anything, just looking at him quietly.

As soon as he opened his eyes, the two of them looked at each other, and Xia Xingruo suddenly felt like he had returned to the human world, as if a stranded fish had finally returned to the water.

All in all, it's a wonderful feeling.

"Wake up, I thought you were going to sleep all the time." Zhang Mingyang teased.

He stood up, helped sister Ruoruo up, and handed her the yogurt he had just opened.

Since he couldn't say anything now, Xia Xingruo pretended not to hear, took the yogurt and drank it in small sips.

After a while, until the yogurt bottomed out and her throat felt a little better, she finally spoke in a low voice: "I'm sorry."

Xia Xingruo felt that her voice was still a little hoarse, and she didn't know if her junior could hear her clearly.

She didn't know why she said sorry, but she was sorry anyway.

Zhang Mingyang didn't say anything. He walked behind Sister Ruoruo and tied her hair up with the leather sheath he just bought downstairs, so that her face would not be covered with broken hair and she would look sickly.
To be continued...