12dz Chapter 449: Saving the Jealous School Prince 04
Chapter 449: Saving the Jealous School Prince 04
Wen Yang carefully put the felt kitten in a box of his own, planning to take it with him whenever he went out.
After she stood under the bed and put her things away properly, he turned off the lights and went to bed with his phone.
However, she lay on the bed with her eyes closed for a long time but did not fall asleep.
I simply picked up the phone beside my pillow and took a look.
When she woke up the screen, she found that WeChat showed several unread messages.
So she clicked in.
Unexpectedly, the message was sent by Xiang Chen.
Xiang Chen: [You said you have nothing to do with me in the future, but you haven't deleted me as a friend yet?]
Xiang Chen: [You'd better think carefully about how to apologize to me. If I don't feel your sincerity, I won't forgive you.]
Wen Yang: ...
When people have never seen good things, they will treat garbage as treasure.
And Xiang Chen is the trash that Wen Yang once treated as a treasure...
Wen Yang looked at the two extremely arrogant and narcissistic messages sent by Xiang Chen on his phone, and felt that the time he knew Xiang Chen was like he had a criminal record.
She didn't bother to say a word, and just frowned and clicked on Xiang Chen's profile picture, blocking and deleting him immediately.
Then he threw the phone aside and continued to rest with his eyes closed.
An unknown amount of time had passed, but Wen Yang still hadn't fallen asleep. Even though the heating in the dormitory was on and she had covered herself with a quilt, she still felt a chill coming from deep within her body. Even wrapping the quilt tighter didn't help. Even her head felt a little dizzy... and there was a dull pain in her chest.
At this time, Wen Yang remembered that she had waited for Xiang Chen for a long time on the South First Floor today, and she was also blown by the cold wind on the way back from the South First Floor.
So she guessed that her current symptom might be a fever.
So she propped herself up and sat up in bed, preparing to get out of bed and find a thermometer to take her temperature.
However, just as she turned her back and was about to step on the ladder to get out of bed, she felt as if all the strength in her legs on the stairs was suddenly taken away. Then, her legs softened and she slid down uncontrollably.
Fortunately, she still had some time to react in the critical moment, and she grabbed the side of the ladder in time to cushion the impact, so that she did not fall off the bed.
However, the noise caused by this also woke up the other people in the dormitory.
Lin Shuwen, who was lying on the same bed as Wen Yang, was the first to react. Relying on her familiar muscle memory, she jumped off the bed in three or two steps, raised the flashlight of her mobile phone and shone around. She saw Wen Yang leaning against the escalator on the bed with his eyes closed, holding his chest, his cheeks red, and even his lips a little chapped and peeling.
She immediately squatted down and gently touched Wen Yang's forehead, which was as hot as expected.
Lin Shuwen exclaimed, "Oh my God, who has fever-reducing medicine?"
Zhao Xi and Shen Jiahe, who were sleeping on the other side, were also awakened by the noise below. They peeked out from behind the bed curtains with sleepy eyes and asked, "Who has a fever?"
"Wen Yang." Lin Shuwen said with a serious expression.
"I have antipyretics. I'll get out of bed and look for them right now!" After saying that, Shen Jiahe hurriedly got out of bed.
Because the lights in the dormitory were off and the power was out at that time, she could only use the flashlight of her mobile phone to search for antipyretics in the drawer.
Zhao Xi also got out of bed and prepared to check on Wen Yang's condition.
While Shen Jiahe was still looking for medicine, Zhao Xi squatted down and asked Wen Yang, "Yangyang, besides the fever, are you feeling unwell anywhere else?"
"I feel a little pain in my chest..." Wen Yang replied weakly with his eyes closed.
"I found it, I found the antipyretic medicine!" Shen Jiahe took the medicine excitedly, and then poured a glass of water from the kettle, ready for Wen Yang to drink the medicine.
Zhao Xi reached out to stop her, "Yangyang said she has chest pain, it's probably acute pneumonia, it's better not to feed her medicine casually now."
Zhao Xi's mother is a doctor. When Lin Shuwen and Shen Jiahe heard Zhao Xi say that Wen Yang had pneumonia, they immediately panicked.
"Then, what should we do..." Lin Shuwen asked in panic.
Although Zhao Xi was also worried about Wen Yang, he tried to remain calm and said, "Hurry up and dress Wen Yang, wrap him up tightly and take him to the hospital. He'll probably need an IV and antibiotics."
"Yeah." Lin Shuwen and Shen Jiahe quickly agreed. Although they were still panicked, with Zhao Xi's instructions, they acted in an orderly manner.
In a short while, Wen Yang was wrapped up like a dumpling in pieces of clothes. In order to prevent the wind from blowing, she was also put on a hat, scarf and gloves. She was completely airtight.
After helping Wen Yang dress, Zhao Xi took some tissues, mineral water, and Wen Yang's cell phone and set off.
As soon as they walked out of the dormitory, several people couldn't help but shiver.
It was already midnight, the wind was howling outside, and a chill could be felt in the corridors of the dormitory building.
Zhao Xi and Shen Jiahe, the two taller ones, supported Wen Yang, while Lin Shuwen, the shorter one, ran downstairs first to ask the dormitory manager to open the building gate.
The dormitory manager was still a little grumpy when Lin Shuwen woke her up in the middle of the night, but when she heard that a student had suddenly developed pneumonia and a high fever, her face became serious and she immediately took out the key to open the door.
When Zhao Xi and Shen Jiahe helped Wen Yang to the first floor, the dormitory manager saw that Wen Yang was still conscious and felt a little relieved. She then asked the others, "Did you call a taxi?"
"Not yet. I'm going to hail a taxi outside the north gate." Zhao Xi replied.
"Oh, how can you get a taxi outside the north gate at this time? Why not go directly to the street where the north and south sides of the school meet? Some students who take taxis home at night always wait there. It's more reliable for you to wait there."
Shen Jiahe felt that what the dorm manager said made a lot of sense. She turned to Zhao Xi and Lin Shuwen and said, "When I was having supper at North-South Street last night, a lot of people did get off there by taxi. It's closer there than the North Gate. Let's go there and wait for the taxi!"
Zhao Xi thought for a while before nodding. Then she turned and thanked the dormitory manager.
The dormitory manager waved her hand and said, "Okay, kid, hurry up and take her to the hospital. Don't delay."
So a few people supported Wen Yang and went towards North and South Street.
As soon as I left the dormitory building, the cold wind outside blew towards me like a sharp knife. The trees on the side of the road were whistling in the strong wind. The campus at night seemed particularly deserted under the ravages of the cold wind.
When the wind blew, several people subconsciously shrank their necks, goose bumps appeared all over their bodies, and they stamped their feet in cold. But at this moment, no one cared about complaining about the cold, and they all focused on rushing to North and South Streets.
At first, Zhao Xi and Shen Jiahe were able to support Wen Yang and walk, but gradually, they found that Wen Yang was getting heavier and heavier, and they both seemed to be unable to support him...
Just as they were about to reach North-South Street, Zhao Xi lowered her eyes and gently called Wen Yang several times, but Wen Yang did not respond.
And even though she and Shen Jiahe tried their best, Wen Yang's body still slid down slowly and uncontrollably.
Zhao Xi knew that Wen Yang had probably fainted from the fever.
She turned her head and shouted at Wen Yang: "Yangyang! Yangyang! Wake up!"
Lin Shuwen had run to the front to stop a car, but when she heard Zhao Xi's panicked voice, she hurried back.
When they came back, Zhao Xi and Shen Jiahe had no choice but to help Wen Yang sit on the ground.
After all, it is winter now and everyone is wearing thick clothes, making it very inconvenient to move. After helping Wen Yang walk here, Zhao Xi and Shen Jiahe were both sweating and had no strength left.
At this moment, the night wind blows and it feels even colder.
Seeing that both Zhao Xi and Shen Jiahe were breathing heavily, Lin Shuwen gritted her teeth and volunteered, "North-South Street is just ahead. How about I come and help?"
Zhao Xi sat on the ground and took several breaths before she regained some strength. She raised her head and said, "Wenwen, we appreciate your kindness, but Wen Yang has fainted, and she's wearing a lot of clothes, which are very heavy. You can't carry her."
"What should we do then?" Lin Shuwen squatted down, lowered her eyes and looked at Wen Yang's face who was in a high fever and unconscious, and became extremely anxious.
"Wenwen, don't be anxious. Give Jiahe and me some time. Let's take a break and recover some strength. Then we can support Wen Yang and continue walking." Zhao Xi said breathlessly.
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a cold and clear male voice coming from not far away.
"Do you need help?"