I think who talks to you more? Isn’t it just to verify whether you are dead or not?

Duan Feifan's cup was a straw cup. Jiang Kuo tried it and it could be sealed. In the spirit of humanitarianism, he added another cup of warm water, covered it and threw it to Duan Feifan's pillow, turned off the light and walked out 107.

I haven't suffered it before.

Not to mention that it was the first time I served people.

He rushed back to 119 in anger.

"How many degrees is it?" Ma Xiao asked.

"No measurement," said Jiang Kuo, "no thermometer."

"Yes." Ma Xiao immediately got up and took a mercury thermometer from the pen holder on Tang Li's desk and handed it to him.

Jiang Kuo didn't go over to take Duan Feifan's body temperature, but Ma Xiao handed it to him, so he had to take it first and take a look: "Does things need to be kept?"

"No," said Ma Xiao, "Li Zirui took it in the infirmary when he caught a cold."

"Li Zirui... When did you feel a cold?" Jiang Kuo was stunned.

"Before holiday," Ma Xiao said.

Jiang Kuo felt a little embarrassed, he was completely indifferent.

Ma Xiao stood in front of him, as if waiting.

Have you finished asking? After asking, go and take Duan Feifan's body temperature.

Jiang Kuo took the thermometer helplessly and left the dormitory again.

He went in without knocking on the door and went in 107. If he didn't give me face, I wouldn't be so polite.

lamp.

Twist the cover of the thermometer and take out the thermometer.

Throw.

Throw.

I don't know if I've been dumped enough.

So I threw it again.

Then he looked at the light.

"Your uncle." Jiang Kuo said.

Turned over.

He threw it again.

Then he took the thermometer and stepped on the stairs again.

Duan Feifan's head was on the other end, and he had to take off his shoes, kneel on the edge of the bed and rub it over.

"Hey," he patted Duan Feifan's arm, "It's not that I'm clamoring for you to rest, Ma Xiao said he could take his temperature."

"Yes." Duan Feifan responded, but did not move. He was either confused or confused when he was sleeping.

Jiang Kuo took his arm and clamped his thermometer, and put it in the right place. Just do it.

Duan Feifan's arms were also very hot and had thin sweat.

He didn't know whether he had to cover the quilt or lift it up.

Finally, I decided to maintain the status quo.

After being stunned for ten minutes in the room, he climbed up again and took out the thermometer from under Duan Feifan's arm.

Then he turned his head and looked at the numbers on the thermometer.

I have to say that the mercury thermometer is very unfriendly to the people who are watching. Jiang Kuo turned around three times but couldn't see where the mercury thread was.

"I'll do it." Duan Feifan finally said.

"I see." Jiang Kuo said.

"After watching, my fever subsided." Duan Feifan said in a hoarse voice.

"Thirty-eight:4." Jiang Kuo said, "I saw it, thirty-eight:4! You are a little taller!"

"General." Duan Feifan said.

Jiang Kuo jumped out of bed, took out the machine and started checking, and he had a fever of 38.4...

The answer is not very consistent. One sees that 38.4 is low fever, and one sees that 38 is above is medium fever, but one can be sure that 39 is above is high fever.

He always felt that more than 38 degrees was a high fever, and he was not worthy of it after a long time.

"Duan Feifan," he looked at the camera, "You are too weak. You are just a medium-low fever and can't move anymore. Your physique is not good."

Duan Feifan didn't say anything, and Jiang Kuo heard him laughing.

"I had a fever of more than 38," said Jiang Kuo, "I didn't look like you either."

"You fainted, Uncle Kuo." Duan Feifan reminded him.

"But then I'm fine." Jiang Kuo said.

"I haven't arrived yet." Duan Feifan said, "I will be able to work part-time normally tomorrow."

Jiang Kuo looked up at him: "Are you Ma Xiao? Ma Xiao has such difficulty and needs to rest for a few days. Do you have any "hair" disease?"

"It is easier to do the job by me," Duan Feifan said. "If I don't go, I have to find it temporarily, and the effect will definitely not be good."

"You said?" Jiang Kuo said, "Are you the only one familiar? You can't find someone familiar."

"So." Duan Feifan said, "I have to go even more, so that I can have a job next time."

"Damn." Jiang Kuo said.

After a moment of silence, Jiang Kuo put away his thermometer: "Are you still drinking water or something? I'm back to the dormitory."

"Hmm?" Duan Feifan turned his head and looked at him.

Why? Normally, the feeling that the Duan Feifan gives people is that he is at ease and can handle anything, but now he is having a fever that is not worthy of high fever. When he turns to look at him, Jiang Kuo feels inexplicably helpless.

Recently, he was tortured by Ma Xiao's incident and working, and Jiang Kuo felt that he had a little sympathy.

"I'll go to the bathroom." Duan Feifan said.

"Ah?" Jiang Kuo was stunned.

Just go to the toilet! Do you still need to report?

"'urination', 'urination'." Duan Feifan added.

"Then you go 'piss'," said Jiang Kuo, "Why did you ask me to find you a pulsation?"

"Help me, I'm dizzy," Duan Feifan laughed, "You don't usually have a low IQ."

"Get out." Jiang Kuo went over and stood on the stairs and stretched out.

But soon found that Duan Feifan seemed to have some difficulty sitting up, so he had to go to bed again, grabbed Duan Feifan's, pulled him up, and retreated back to the stairs.

"Catch me," he grabbed the stairs and reached Duan Feifan, "Just support me down."

Duan Feifan sat by the bed, stepped on the first stairs and grabbed him.

Then he was stalemate.

"Forget it," Jiang Kuo saw that Duan Feifan's condition was really not very good. He should be really dizzy. If he couldn't hold on for a moment, he might plunge his head to the ground. He instantly made up a lot of blood and gritted his teeth, "I'll carry you."

Duan Feifan was so shocked by his words that he raised his eyebrows.

"You better remember the kindness I have to do to you today. I have grown up so old that I have never carried anyone except Jiang Lea," Jiang Kuo went up the stairs, one leg at the lowest level, one leg at the upper level, and the other leg at the upper level, turning back, stretching his arm behind, and making a move, "Come on."

Duan Feifan may not be able to bear any of it, but as soon as he leaned forward, he fell on Jiang Kuo's back, which left him with no other choice.

It is better to ask the young master to carry him to the toilet than to let the young master throw the bottle from the "piss".

However, although Jiang Kuo was prepared, Duan Feifan was still very strong when he fell on his back at a completely uncontrollable speed. Fortunately, his legs on the first stairs reacted quickly and took a step forward, supporting the forward rushing force.

He supported himself and leaned back on the stairs.

To be precise, Duan Feifan leaned on the stairs.

"Fuck." He adjusted his position and pulled Duan Feifan's arm, which was placed on his shoulder, forward.

"I'll go slowly," Duan Feifan said, "can walk over."

"So your fuck." Jiang Kuo said, "Why don't you take off your naked spots? You can get 39 after just hang it. Have some strength in your arms."

Duan Feifan didn't say anything and quit his arms.

Jiang Kuo stood up with his legs back.

But when he touched Duan Feifan's legs, he realized how difficult it was to lift his bare legs.

Duan Feifan rubbed and grabbed his legs and even grabbed his butt twice, but he couldn't successfully carry the person back and stood up.

"Why are you still picking meat?" Duan Feifan said.
To be continued...