"I don't know much," Xiang Xi replied indifferently, "Anyway, I haven't had a fever until now... No one knows if it's a fever."

"Follow me to the hospital," Cheng Boyan stood up, "Do you feel anything uncomfortable with your legs?"

"No," Xiang Xi lifted up his trouser legs and showed Cheng Boyan his legs, "Look, that's fine."

"Change clothes and go to the hospital," Cheng Boyan cleaned up the bowl on the table. "You didn't catch a cold, you had a fever for no reason. You need to check it out."

"I... don't need it anymore," Xiang Xi was very hesitant. When he mentioned the hospital, he remembered that he still owed Cheng Boyan so much money. It cost too much to see a doctor. He couldn't bear to leave it alone, "I didn't care about my cough some time ago, I'll be cured."

"Cough?" Cheng Boyan looked at him, "When?"

"I came here a few days ago. I coughed for half a month and didn't feel anything," said Xiang Xi. "I have been a slut since I was a child. I can cure this kind of minor illness myself."

Although Xiang Xi felt that he didn't feel anything and had a fever, it would be better to hit the door, but Cheng Boyan was still taken to the hospital.

After checking out for him, Cheng Boyan rushed to work and told him: "If you ask him to take a picture and get the medicine, come to my clinic first."

"Oh." Xiang Xi nodded.

Today, Cheng Boyan was in the outpatient clinic. There were already many people waiting outside the clinic early in the morning. Cheng Boyan quickly touched the drawer and sent him to eat it. He ate the bowl of noodles in the morning and he only ate two bites. He didn't eat anything anymore and probably wouldn't have to wait until noon.

As soon as I changed my clothes, the first person to look at the elderly patient walked in, saying that his neck was uncomfortable, dizzy, and numb.

"Doctor, is this a cervical spine problem?" The man asked nervously.

"Do you have a headache? How about sleep?" Cheng Boyan opened his medical record and asked while writing.

"I didn't have much headache, but I didn't sleep well, and I was a little drowsy," the man touched his neck. "Does this have anything to do with me leaning against the bed and playing with my phone every night?"

"How can I rely on it?" Cheng Boyan glanced at him.

"Just..." The man lowered his head, "So dependable."

"Damn it? You're just lying around your neck. Do you play like this every day?" Cheng Boyan frowned and signaled the man to sit on the chair in front of him.

"Yes, just play like that." The man sat over.

"You are quite selfless in such a difficult position," Cheng Boyan smiled, "How long have you been playing with your phone in such a long time?"

"A few months." The man also smiled.

"Look your neck back," Cheng Boyan stood up and said to the man, "Back, yes, slowly turn your head to the left and turn your right... Are you dizzy?"

"No." The man turned his head as he said.

"Now I lower my head and turn it around slowly." Cheng Boyan held his head.

"It hurts a little." The man said.

Cheng Boyan gave him a few more tests, then sat down and wrote on the medical record: "The problem is not too serious, but I'd better take a movie first. Your habit of playing with your mobile phone must be changed. This posture is very harmful to the cervical spine."

After the patient finished seeing the patient, the next three were bone trauma. One of the old ladies was hesitant when crossing the street, and they didn't know whether to leave. Finally, when the car drove in front of her, she finally made up her mind to cross the street and was hit. Fortunately, her son did not make things difficult for the driver after rushing to the hospital, otherwise it would have looked like he was a scam.

At about noon, Cheng Boyan got a shot and was about to call Xiang Xi to ask how he was doing. Another high school student with an ankle fracture was sent to the emergency department.

The child screamed in pain, his face was covered with water, and he couldn't tell whether it was sweat or tears that hurt. He grabbed Cheng Boyan's arm and shouted: "Doctor, help me, I'm going to die, I'm going to die! I'm going to die!"

"What a big man, hold on," Cheng Boyan pulled his hand away and asked the nurse to put him on the bed in the treatment room. "You are breaking your ankle now, and I don't know what to do if your neck is broken."

"Can you still shout if your neck is broken?" the child stopped calling and asked.

"I don't know, I haven't broken it," Cheng Boyan checked his ankles, and his trouser legs had been cut off. "You're not serious, not as good as you scream, do you know?"

"...Oh," the child looked at it with his head and shouted again, "This is not serious yet! It hurts so much!"

Cheng Boyan didn't say anything. Looking at the films brought by the nurse, he remembered the films of Xiang Xi at the beginning. He wanted to put Xiang Xi's injury on the child. Even if he didn't feel pain, he would have fainted from hypoxia.

People are indeed different. Xiang Xi has basically never said anything about pain or discomfort during the whole process from being injured and hospitalized to being discharged from the hospital. Compared with these peers who are holding and protecting their families, Xiang Xi is like a thatch that can grow up with water or not, which is particularly distinctive.

After finally getting all the patients in hand, Cheng Boyan had some time to take a break. When he walked out of the clinic, he felt very sore in his waist.

He took out his cell phone and was about to dial Xiang Xi's broken phone number. He looked up and saw Xiang Xi, and was stunned.

Xiang Xi sat in the corner of the last row of the bench and fell asleep against the wall. There was a big bag of films on the chair next to him.

Cheng Boyan walked to him, looked at his frowning eyebrows, and did not wake him up. He picked up his film and took it out and took a look. It was a film about lung ct.

Inflammation?

When Cheng Boyan reached out to get the medical records in Xiang Xi's hand, Xiang Xi opened his eyes, quickly shrank his hands, then stood up with an expression of "Don't mess with me".

When he saw clearly that Cheng Boyan was standing in front of him, he sat back on the chair and continued to lean against the wall: "Brother, are you finished doing it?"

"What do you think of the doctor?" Cheng Boyan touched his forehead, but it was still burning.

"If you have pneumonia with right leaf or something, just take a few injections and some medicine. It is said that it came early and not serious." Xiang Xi smiled.

"Didn't you come to me before taking an film and getting the medicine?" Cheng Boyan said.

"I'm here," Xiang Xi rubbed his nose, "When I came, you were like a war, and the man inside made me tremble. I went to shoot the movie myself."

"Have you taken the medicine?" Cheng Boyan asked.

"I'll take it, I'll wait for you to finish your work and tell you, and then go for an injection." Xiang Xi smiled.
Chapter completed!