32

Jiang Kuo returned to 119, and Ma Xiao lay on the bed, looking in good condition.

When Ma Xiao was in normal condition, he didn't know what Ma Xiao was like. Ma Xiao was like an invisible person. He only slowly showed up after being injured yesterday, leaving some traces in front of Jiang Kuo's eyes.

For example, a small bread on the table, and a bean "milk" bag in the trash can.

It should be the food that Ma Xiao had not sold out in the breakfast car and brought it back for lunch and dinner.

"Have you eaten?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Eat it." Ma Xiao replied.

Jiang Kuo looked at the machine and asked again: "Can you still eat a bowl of noodles? I ordered a bowl of noodles, but one bowl is not enough to get a price."

"You order a fried egg or something," said Ma Xiao.

"I can't eat a bowl of noodles and an egg," said Jiang Kuo.

Ma Xiao hesitated for a moment: "I can't eat it either."

Jiang Kuo glanced at him and finally realized it for several seconds. He probably thought that the bowl of noodles had to pay for it.

"I'll treat you, you can force yourself to eat," said Jiang Kuo, "Duan Feifan has a fever. If you don't help me eat, there will be no one. I have to waste a bowl."

"...Okay." Ma Xiao nodded.

Jiang Kuo ordered two bowls of beef noodles, and added double portions of beef to each bowl.

"Why did Duan Feifan have a fever?" Ma Xiao asked.

"Who said, I didn't even get sick. I jumped like a perpetual motion machine all day long," said Jiang Kuo. "You can jump if you don't sleep... Maybe you're just staying up late and running to work part-time. No, it should be a part-time job blowing in the wind."

"It's possible that the wind is strong today," Ma Xiao may have been holding it in one day and didn't talk to anyone. It's rare that I can get back and forth. "I blow my eyes hurt when I set up the stall in the morning."

"You are very awesome," Jiang Kuo smiled, "It's normal that you're going to have a headache."

"I'm used to it, I'm so stupid." Ma Xiao said.

Jiang Kuo smiled again. It was okay when Ma Xiao had something to say, not too boring. Maybe he could talk more when he was with Tang Li and Li Zirui.

"You should just order him some porridge," said Ma Xiao, "it's easy to get hungry if you have a fever."

"Huh?" Jiang Kuo looked at him, "He said he wanted to vomit when he eats."

"I was hungry in the middle of the night," said Ma Xiao. "I couldn't find anything to eat in the middle of the night. I ordered porridge and I could eat it when I was hungry."

"You said, is millet porridge OK?" Jiang Kuo looked on the plane, "The porridge is too hungry, braised pork? Butterfly pork? There is pigeon soup at home, it looks like a pork belly chicken is also good..."

Ma Xiao didn't say anything, Jiang Kuo looked up and glanced at him: "Is it OK?"

"...Be vegetarian," said Ma Xiao, "It's really possible to vomit after eating some."

"Okay," Jiang Kuo tskated, "I'm not as flirty as he is when I have a fever, so just millet porridge, red rice porridge, and lean eggs and meat porridge... OK."

Ma Xiao sighed.

The takeaway was delivered soon. Jiang Kuo ran twice and took two bowls of beef noodles and three portions of porridge back to the dormitory.

"Eat it." He sat at his table with a bowl of beef noodles.

"Thank you," Ma Xiao got out of bed, sat next to the table, passed by and said again, "You are pretty good."

"You only knew me now," said Jiang Kuo. "You knew me half a year ago and couldn't speak."

Ma Xiao didn't make a sound and buried his head in eating noodles.

I guess he was hungry, and Ma Xiao noodles were shaking. If he had to put it in the past, anyone who ate in front of him would definitely be driven out on the spot.

But today Jiang Kuo was particularly tolerant. He finished the noodles with Ma Xiao's accompaniment, and even caused a few perfect spots to make a question of whether it was possible that he had uttered it.

After eating, Ma Xiao rushed to take out all the garbage and throw it away. Jiang Kuo didn't stop him. Ma Xiao ate a bowl of noodles, so he probably felt uncomfortable if he didn't let him do anything.

When it comes to trash things, he has never been reversed except for Lu Haobo's time.

He had never done hygiene in the dormitory. Tang Li said that as long as he could keep the quilt on his bed folded neatly, he wouldn't care about the table.

He took advantage of the warmth of the noodles, went to take a shower, went out to play on the bed and then talked to Dapao for a long time about yesterday, and Dapao sent him a video of two Benben Dogs participating in a self-driving tour for the first time.

Dapao's mother likes Benben very much and even bought a small dress with a bag.

Jiang Kuo forwarded the video to Duan Feifan.

After the turn, he suddenly got up and was sleeping, and quickly pulled the video back.

After removing, he was stunned for two seconds and laughed for a long time.

"Don't you go and see Duan Feifan?" Ma Xiao asked him from the opposite side.

"He is sleeping," said Jiang Kuo, "Will I go and see him sleep?"

"He doesn't necessarily have to sleep with a fever," said Ma Xiao. "Sometimes, drinking water or something, you need to drink more water and sleep more when you have a fever."

"Ah," Jiang Kuo held up his arms, "Yes, he has to get out of bed if he drinks water."

"Yes." Ma Xiao nodded.

"You're quite careful." Jiang Kuo jumped out of the bed and ran out of the dormitory with three portions of porridge.

In fact, according to his habit, he doesn't go in to disturb others when sleeping in the house, especially the 107-quasi-single room, which is basically the same as the bedroom at home.

But Ma Xiao was right. After all, he was a patient and he couldn't really leave it there and ignore it.

Although it is not clear how to care for the patient, formal visits must be done.

He stood at the door 107, wondering if he wanted to knock on the door.

After hesitating for three years, he coughed twice and pushed the door.

As soon as I entered the house, I heard Duan Feifan's voice.

"You're fucking back."

The words sounded very touching, quite vicissitudes, and even made a fork.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Kuo walked over, put the porridge on the table, and turned to the bed.

"Pour some water." Duan Feifan said with difficulty.

"Where is the water," Jiang Kuo asked, "Where is the cup?"

"Lan," Duan Feifan sighed, "Are you a bat..."

"Get out." Jiang Kuo touched back to the door and turned on the light.

Duan Feifan lay beside the bed, put an arm out of the quilt, and made a move at him: "Hurry up, water."

The throat is still on the verge.

"You are so thirsty, can't you take a sip by yourself? If I follow your instructions, I will throw you away and don't care whether you will die that night." Jiang Kuo was busy, Duan Feifan's cup was on the table. He took the kettle and didn't have the lid, and pressed and clenched it several times before he found out that it was just a fucking twist.

"Dirty." Duan Feifan said.

"How much did you get to?" Jiang Kuo felt that he fainted from the fever that day and didn't feel dizzy.

The water was poured a little anxiously, and half of it poured onto the table.

He stretched out and pulled the slash to the ground.

The water seems a bit too hot.

After taking a look, he found a pot with a lid. He walked over and took a look: "Which day is the water from?"

"It was hung in the morning..." Duan Feifan said, "Uncle Kuo, why don't you just have some tap water?"

Jiang Kuo didn't say anything, and put the pot of cold water into the cup. He took the cup without caring about anything else, and stepped onto the stairs and gave the cup to Duan Feifan.

When I met him, I found it was hot, and it felt even hotter than in the afternoon, and my lips were a little dry.

"You're dry." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifan didn't have him, so he took a glass of water, poured it on the pillow, and let out a long and relaxed mouthful.

"Do you still want it?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"No." Duan Feifan said.

"Do you have a thermometer?" Jiang Kuo put the cup back on the table, "Did you give it to Lu Ning last time that electronic person?"

Duan Feifan didn't say anything, but put it on his eyes.

"Is there anyone on duty in the infirmary?" Jiang Kuo asked.

Still not receiving Duan Feifan's response, he stepped on the stairs again: "Duan Feifan? Duan Yingjun?"

"Yes." Duan Feifan replied, "Don't talk to me, it's uncomfortable."

Jiang Kuo immediately pushed the bed and jumped down the stairs.

The feeling was very unhappy in an instant.

Very unhappy.

Very embarrassed and shameless.
To be continued...