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When I was a child, Duan Ling liked to pretend to be sick. She lay on the bed and frowned and hummed. The uncle and aunt were so anxious that they were spinning around and making whatever they wanted. She said softly.

"You really need to exercise your body. Look at them, they are extraordinary. They never get sick. Don't worry!"

Duan Feifan, the old aunt, always remembers it very clearly. He rarely gets sick. It is said that his father has been harsh since childhood. He has good physical condition and strong resistance.

But after the old aunt, he was no longer sick.

Until the last time he was hospitalized, it was the time when he had the most people in front of his bed since he was a child. Come and go, uncle, aunt, Duan Ling, classmate...

It's also the biggest pressure.

It’s not that God wants to train him or Jiang Kuo. He never takes fever seriously, and he can get over it if he supports it. If he doesn’t work, he will take two tablets of medicine, and he actually makes him dizzy.

I can't take care of myself if I've never lived.

The muscles in the body are tense, and the bones are sore.

My mind is confused, and when I fall asleep, I will be shaking figures.

Many people are Jiang Kuo.

Jiang Kuo in his dream kept saying that he felt unprecedented tuberculosis.

You are so miserable. Do you carry it yourself every time you get sick? Others are pretending to be sick, but you are pretending to be sick.

ah.

It's the first time someone is serving him here, it feels pretty good.

Yes.

Do you feel a little unwilling to recover from the disease? If you keep sick, you can be fragile.

yes.

Taking care of you is also very tiring.

I saw it.

His hands were almost broken.

How could it be?

Your hand is looking at it.

Jiang Kuo reached out to him and saw a ball in front of Jiang Kuo's wrist, like a dormitory, without a hand.

"Hold"!

It was unexpected that a good dream suddenly turned into a nightmare.

He opened his eyes suddenly.

After the dizziness slowly passed in the light, he saw a pile of hair.

I was shocked again.

What's this thing?

Hair spinning, this hair spinning consists of a half spinning looks familiar.

Is it Jiang Kuo?

He moved, trying to put his head up to see what was going on. His last memory was that Jiang Kuo sat on the edge of the bed and talked to him...

The atmosphere was very warm, with a sense of intimacy that he had some resistance.

But then he couldn't remember it and fell asleep.

When he moved, his hair suddenly moved.

Then Jiang Kuo raised his head.

"…Damn…” Jiang Kuo’s expression was very painful, “Did you twist your waist……save your hands?”

When Duan Feifan said "hand", he suddenly felt his hands were sore, the soreness of holding a knife and chopping the beef for the afternoon.

Then I felt something in my hand.

He was shocked to find that he was holding Jiang Kuo's right hand in his left hand, and Jiang Kuo's fingertips were red from his grasp. He was shocked and suddenly let go and sat up.

Because of a dizziness, he bumped into the wall next to him again.

Dong.

"Ah..." Jiang Kuoban lay on the edge of the bed, holding his right hand in his left hand, looking in pain, "Is the hand broken?"

Duan Feifan found that he was half kneeling with one leg and one leg was still on the stairs. In this strange position, he seemed to be asleep just now.

"Sorry." Duan Feifan pinched his eyebrows and reached out to see Jiang Kuo's hand.

"No, no..." Jiang Kuo said in a series of ways, "It hurts a little bit..."

Duan Feifan had to support the bed and looked over. Jiang Kuo's fingertips were bloody and red, but the place he caught was a little bleeding. Now the blood was slowly flowing back, and the white and red on his hands were all white.

"You move, gently," he said.

"Lying down," said Jiang Kuo, "I'm afraid you'll be dizzy and you'll be hit again."

"I won't be dizzy." Duan Feifan said.

"You just hit the wall and you were afraid that the wall would collapse." Jiang Kuo said, "You don't have to pretend here, you don't have to worry about causing trouble. You don't know how to take care of people, you can't imagine."

Duan Feifan laughed.

Jiang Kuo sat upright slowly with his left hand, turned his hand and beat his back twice, moved his right fingers, and his eyebrows were twisted again: "Don't be this..."

"Help you recover quickly?" Duan Feifan said.

Jiang Kuo looked at him: "Quick?"

"Just throw it a few times by yourself," Duan Feifan said.

Jiang Kuo frowned: "It's irritating if you move a millimeter now..."

Before he could finish his words, Duan Feifan grabbed his hand and first pulled up and pinched it back and forth twice with thunderous force.

"Ahhhhh..." Jiang Kuo gritted his teeth.

Then he held his hand and rubbed it all over again.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh...Your uncle." Jiang Kuo said.

Finally, he grabbed his hand and shook it twice, and threw off the last bit of soreness on his arm.

"What?" Duan Feifan looked at him.

"...Okay." Jiang Kuo said, "Usually, if you die within the next second, you won't use this method."

"Your legs will be numb in a while." Duan Feifan pointed to his right leg that was still pressing down on it.

"Don't shake your legs." Jiang Kuo warned him.

"It's not that thing." Duan Feifan said with a smile.

"Go down first," Jiang Kuo turned half a circle and stretched his legs that had been pressing for a long time, and stepped onto the stairs, "Press now?"

Duan Feifan glanced at the sky outside the window, and it was still dark: "It's about two or three o'clock."

Jiang Kuo jumped down the stairs, staggered for a while, and then ran back and forth in the house with a look of pain. After running for two or three times, he held the table and kicked his legs. Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief: "It's over."

"You go back to the dormitory to sleep," Duan Feifan moved his neck, feeling not too dizzy. He moved to the bed, helped Jiang Kuo hand over, and went down the stairs, "It's much better, don't worry."

"Yeah," Jiang Kuo responded, "Are you hungry?"

Duan Feifan hadn't answered yet, but his stomach answered first.

"Hungry," he said, "Is there any food for you to ask?"

"Yes," Jiang Kuo immediately gave out the road leading to the table, "Ma Xiao said you will be hungry, so you asked to buy some porridge or something, and then you bought it."

"Jiang Youqian, you are such a great savior." Duan Feifan took the quilt on the recliner and put it over.

"But it must be cold," said Jiang Kuo, "it's hot."

"It's okay, just take Uncle Zhao's small induction cooker and pot in a while." Duan Feifan excitedly said the plastic bag, took out a lunch box, and took a look. It was good, millet porridge, yellow and very appetizing.

He looked forward to bringing out the second lunch box and looked at it. It was... white. Judging from the embellishment, it was a bowl of...crusty egg lean meat porridge.

With the last glimmer of hope, he picked up the last lunch box.

Red rice porridge.

"What?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"It's pretty good," Duan Feifan nodded, then gave him a thumbs up, "Get dressed first."

"Yes." Jiang Kuo lowered his head and took out the "sex" tableware that was equipped in the bag.

Duan Feifan pulled out a pair of pants from the closet and put them on.

What about colds or fevers? Eat some vegetarian food, but three vegetarian things piled up, which was really speechless. It was obvious that Ma Xiao advised him to buy porridge, but he didn't advise him to buy some other dry goods, so Jiang Youqian bought three vegetarian food in one go.
To be continued...