Strawberry West Toast

Chapter 22 creep2

When I came out of Nansan Hospital, the oppressive scene in Ward 405 still lingered.

Wang Zhen followed behind Pei Yiwei, walked silently through the flower bed full of roses in front of the square, did not take Pei Yiwei's little sheep, and took the bus back to school alone.

He didn't go with him because he was afraid that his emotions would lose control again. The recent mood disorders made him feel scared. People who can't control their emotions can't do anything. He wants to calm himself down as quickly as possible.

He thought a lot along the way, wondering why he liked Pei Yiwei, how the relationship should continue at this point, and whether Wang Xiuming and his uncle had left the school.

He had just got off the bus when his uncle called. He pressed "Answer", and his uncle's voice came from the other side.

"Your dad just went back, where are you now?"

Wang Zhen swiped his card to get off the car and said, "It's evening self-study."

"Oh," said the uncle, "then you learn first, and I won't bother you."

"It's okay. It's time for get out of class to end. Tell me what you want." Wang Zhen said.

"It's nothing." The uncle smiled, "Just let you study at ease and don't worry about your dad. The family has no overnight feud. You go home this week and have a good chat with your dad. Your dad is a reasonable person." , I won’t really have trouble with you.”

"Okay." Wang Zhen rubbed his eyebrows and said.

"Also," the uncle said again, "you can treat Xiao Pei to a meal or give me something when you find time. He is the one who came to me this afternoon, otherwise you and your father might really get into a fight."

Wang Zhen said "OK" and said goodbye to his uncle.

Wang Zhen smoked a cigarette on the balcony and threw the butt into the flower bed downstairs.He didn't eat at night, and now his stomach hurts a little, but he can't take care of it anymore, he wants to fall asleep before Pei Yiwei returns to the dormitory, and avoid those conversations and sights that only add to troubles.

After lying down, he couldn't forget any of the things that should be forgotten. The dark emotions were fermented silently by the night. Even with his eyes closed, every detail of the dispute with Pei Yiwei still clearly appeared in his mind.

Pei Yiwei's burden was too heavy, he didn't want to promise easily, because he had this kind of personality, and also because he didn't have confidence in others - he didn't have confidence that the other party could accept the reality that he might suffer from schizophrenia at any time.However, if it's just for one game, and everyone breaks up after having fun, then this problem doesn't actually exist.

But they didn't want to play. Long-term relationship is not about eating, chatting and watching movies. It's not so easy and happy. Wang Zhen knew this, but he just didn't think about it, whether he had the determination and perseverance to endure it.

No matter how entangled the relationship is, you have to take the class, and you have to take the exam.Time will not stop for anyone, no matter how twisted the emotions are, they have to be put away in the daytime.

Wang Zhen was able to take care of things. He would eat and sleep for the next few days, but he was afraid that Wang Xiuming would cut off his living expenses, so he didn't dare to spend money like before. He ate instant noodles for three days and looked for people everywhere Competent part-time job.

"I really have one here," Yang Hang put a strawberry candy into his mouth, and said with a smile, "It's been a month, and I almost forgot if you didn't mention it. My little aunt has been looking for someone to help her do a portrait. I said I didn’t have time, and she asked me to help her find a good painting, I agreed but never did, because I guess no one could do the job.”

"Why can't you do it?" Wang Zhen asked.

"My little aunt has a lot of things to do." Yang Hang said.

Wang Zhen is not afraid of many things. After all, whoever gives the money is God, and it is not too much for God to ask for more.

"Did she say how much she can pay?" Wang Zhen said.

"It depends on the degree of completion, she said that it can be paid up to [-]." Yang Hang said.

A thousand is very attractive. After all, drawing a portrait is not difficult for Wang Zhen. It can be done in three hours, and it takes five hours to draw a good one. It doesn't waste too much study time.

"Then I'll give you her WeChat message? Do you want to talk again?" Yang Hang asked.

"Success," Wang Zhen pressed Yang Hang's shoulder with his elbow, "I'll do it with Brother Hang."

Yang Hang is simply a miraculous villain, he opened up everything when he came, if he wasn't afraid of scaring the little straight man, he would have thrown Yang Hang into the sky and then followed him with his hands, just like throwing a child.

"How are you and your dad doing now? Has he come here again?" Yang Hang asked when he thought about it. Wang Zhen told him about Wang Xiuming's coming to school to find someone the day before yesterday. Wang Xiuming kept asking him through WeChat these two days His matter with Wang Zhen feels serious.

"Not yet, but it should be soon." Wang Zhen wanted to laugh when he thought about the events before and after the dispute, "You know, he said he would take me to see a doctor."

"Naturally, the older generation is like this," Yang Hang smiled wryly, "Xue Xinyi and I are still being scolded by our family, maybe we are not allowed to fall in love early."

"Then what do you say?" Wang Zhen asked.

Yang Hang thought for a while and said, "Pretend I didn't hear it, I let mine go, and they say theirs."

Wang Zhen didn't speak, and sighed slowly.

"Don't think about it," Yang Hang patted him on the back, "The past is over, and the most important thing is to live the present well. Don't you still need a monthly exam?"

Wang Zhen read half of the book and read it while chatting with Yang Hang.What Yang Hang said is not unreasonable, it is better to live the present than to dwell on the past, and thinking about the past will not help to solve the problem.

Wang Zhen was afraid that the smudge pen would run out of refills, so he bought a box and kept it in his pencil case.The last test was not formal, and seats were not assigned according to rankings. This monthly test is different. Wang Zhen can't stay in the literary test and has to go to the tenth class downstairs.

The tenth class is basically a scumbag. Although the first-class Chinese subject has a high recurring rate, there are always dozens of students who are floating on the third line. If they gather together, they have no intention of taking exams. Sleeping, Wang Zhen, who was concentrating on answering the questions, seemed weird instead.

The first one is Chinese, the questions are easier than last time, and the answers at the beginning were relatively easy, but when writing the big questions later, Wang Zhen suddenly felt a cramping pain in his stomach, probably because he hasn't eaten well for the past two days, and his stomach is about to start to churn up.

He endured it for 5 minutes. At first it was a small piece of pain, but he could still write a few lines by forcing himself to concentrate.But after 10 minutes, the cramping area continued to expand, as if someone got into his stomach and twisted it hard. Wang Zhen soon lost his grip on the pen, and cold sweat continued to slide into his eyes along the base of his nose.After a while, the school uniform was wet with sweat all over his back, and he lay prone on the table, all his attention was used to resist the pain.

Wang Zhen's eyes gradually lost focus, and he heard the rapid breathing like a car running over the street, and the terrible panting cut off all the sounds from the outside world, except for subconsciously shrinking his body, he had no strength to do anything else.

As soon as Pei Yiwei put the Chinese answer sheet on Ma Zhinan's desk, a student pushed open the door of the office and trotted in.

"Ms. Ma, a student in your class fell down in the examination room!" The student shouted, "Come quickly!"

Ma Zhinan had just finished invigilating Wenshi's Chinese, stood up again before sitting in a chair, grabbed his coat, and followed the students out.

"What's the student's name?" Ma Zhinan asked while walking, "Which class is taking the exam?"

"In class ten, the surname is Wang, I forgot what it is called." The student said.

Pei Yi was stunned for a moment, then turned around and followed quickly.

"Is the situation clear now?" Ma Zhinan asked eagerly.

"It seemed like a stomach problem. The invigilator drove him to a nearby hospital," the student said.

Ma Zhinan asked for the address of the hospital, and asked the students to go back first. When they turned around and went downstairs, they looked at Pei Yiwei: "Go back first, don't delay the exam in the afternoon."

Pei Yi shook his head slightly: "Don't delay, I can take the exam anyway."

Ma Zhinan looked at him for a few seconds, without further hesitation: "Then you come."

Ma Zhinan drove the car out, started the ignition, Pei Yiwei got into the passenger seat, and the two went straight to the hospital.

Ma Zhinan was not in a hurry when something happened, it was not the first time a student fell down in the examination room, but he was just worried about the follow-up development of the matter-Wang Zhen did not enter the text through formal channels, if the matter of him falling in class ten made a big fuss, the leadership If you can ask questions, then the things you have to face will be troublesome.

When we arrived at the hospital, Ma Zhinan parked the car, asked about the ward and took Pei Yiwei to the elevator.

Wang Zhen didn't faint, but his eyes turned black from the pain.

The invigilator was helping him to register. There were too many people in the emergency department. Compared with those patients with bleeding heads, acute gastritis was only a trivial matter.They were at the end of the line, with nine others ahead.

Wang Zhen was sweating all over his back. It's cold now. The hospital didn't turn on the air conditioner. After sweating, his body began to chill. Layers of chills crawled along his toes to his neck. He huddled on the seat against the wall, exhausted. Close your eyes.

When he heard Ma Zhinan's voice, he was already unconscious from the pain. Ma Zhinan was talking to the invigilator, his shoulders were lightly pressed, and a coat fell on his back, with some warmth.

"I'll register," he heard Pei Yiwei's voice, "Ms. Ma, please find an empty bed and take him there."

Ma Zhinan said: "Well, Mr. Chen, you go back first, and I will stay here with my students."

The invigilator surnamed Chen was indeed busy. He had to pick up the elementary school children home at noon. He nodded and handed Wang Zhen's schoolbag to Pei Yiwei without leaving any more.

Pei Yiwei took Teacher Chen's seat to register, and Ma Zhinan borrowed a wheelchair to carry Wang Zhen up. When he lay on the hospital bed, his mind was empty. Opening his eyelids, he glanced at Pei Yi with difficulty.

There is actually no good solution for acute gastritis. The nurse first gave Wang Zhen some medicine to suppress gastric acid, and put him on glucose. The rest is waiting for Wang Zhen to recover slowly.

"There is still one bed waiting for me to deliver the medicine, you rub his stomach first." The nurse pulled off Wang Zhen's coat and demonstrated twice.

Ma Zhinan responded, his hands were cold, he was afraid of icing Wang Zhen, so he asked Pei Yiwei: "Are your hands warm?"

"It's okay." Pei Yi nodded slightly.

Wang Zhen heard their conversation, Pei Yiwei's eyes fell on him, Ma Zhinan said: "Then Wang Zhen, take off your clothes, and Pei Yiwei rubs them for you."

The boy wasn't that particular about it, but Wang Zhen still asked Ma Zhinan to close the curtain.

Without looking into Pei Yiwei's eyes, Wang Zhen carefully unbuttoned the hospital gown and pushed the zipper of the school uniform to the bottom, revealing her pale waist due to lack of light.

Pei Yiwei didn't even look him in the eyes. He followed the nurse's demonstration and slowly moved the heels of his palms down along the midline of his abdomen. When he reached his lower abdomen, Wang Zhen quickly reached out his hand to stop him. After finishing this movement, he lowered his hand hesitantly. Pei Yiwei immediately took his trembling hand away.

They were afraid of Ma Zhinan, so they didn't make a sound.Wang Zhen tensed up like a small animal, and his restrained heartbeat stretched under Pei Yiwei's palm. At first, it was calm, but with the friction of his palms, his heartbeat began to become chaotic, but Pei Yiwei didn't seem to hear this, and his palm slipped quietly. Glides over the skin and lands on every need.

"...It's okay," Wang Zhen said suddenly, "It doesn't hurt that much anymore."

He pulled down his clothes, Pei Yiwei's hand was still on his waist, he put it back by himself, Wang Zhen finally breathed a sigh of relief.