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My chest is so stuffy, my head is dizzy, and my body is light as a feather. What's wrong with me?

"Ding Ling Ling", the alarm clock rang. I was woken up by it. After waking up, I reached out my hand to lock it up, but I didn't have much strength left in my hand. I directly swept the alarm clock to the ground.

My whole body is weak, very uncomfortable, it seems that I may be sick, today I can't work, groping on the table beside me, groping for the phone's trace, felt it.

Opening the screen, he saw that there was still no reply from Brother Chen. Did he not see it or did he not want to pay attention to me? Forget it, let's take a break first.

"I found the company's superior's number and called him." Manager, I'm not feeling too well today, so I might not be going to work. I'd like to take a day off to have a good rest. " It turns out that my throat has become extremely hoarse, which is a bit unpleasant to hear.

"Sick? "Alright, you should rest well at home." After the manager said this, I fell asleep again. I even forgot to hang up the phone. In the end, the manager hung up.

"Tingting, I don't love you anymore." Yang Zi, who had decisively left, spoke to me in such a cold and disdainful manner that it was filled with emotion, turned around and disappeared right in front of my eyes.

"Tingting, no one loves you." The expression in her eyes when she looked at me was one of disgust, as if I was the dirtiest person there.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" No no no, it's not like this, Yang Zi, Yang Zi!

Brother Chen is also not like this, no, no, no! What was going on?

"Ah!" I woke up from my dream to find that my back was covered in cold sweat, my clothes were sticky and uncomfortable, my lips were dry, and my throat felt like it was on fire.

Fortunately, those were only dreams, otherwise, what should I do? Thinking about it makes me sad.

But the burning voice told me I had to drink, so I slowly pulled myself up to pour myself a glass of water.

I leaned against the wall and staggered into the living room. I poured myself a full glass of water in front of the water dispenser and drained it in one gulp.

I finished my water and walked slowly to the sofa to rest. I looked up at the clock on the wall and saw that it was already one o'clock in the afternoon.

My alarm clock is 6: 30, and it's already 1: 00 in the afternoon. I've been asleep at home all morning.

I'm still feeling very unwell. I'm feeling extremely unwell. It seems like I really need to take an injection. Otherwise, I won't be able to continue like this.

I dawdled at home, walked slowly out the door, took the elevator down, and got sick when I took the elevator.

On the way to the hospital, I didn't dare to take the bus, afraid that my illness would worsen.

"Miss, your forehead is boiling hot, and you might have a fever. Take your temperature." The doctor was a woman doctor in her thirties who spoke very gently. She brought me a oral thermometer and used alcohol to dispel the poison.

The hospital had glass for a mirror, and I looked at the man in it, his pale face, his dark eyes that seemed to have a thin mist in them, his small lips holding a thermometer.

"Miss, it's time. We can remove the thermometer now." The woman doctor came back and called for me. It turned out that time had passed so quickly. I obediently took out the thermometer. She pinched one end and began to observe.

"38.5 degrees. Young lady, you have a fever. Please come with me." 38.5 degrees, I don't quite understand why I have a fever. Did I not close my window properly, or did I not cover myself well last night? Without Yang Zi in my life, it would have been a mess.

I watched as the nurse gave me a bundle of rubber bands, wiped the alcohol off, inserted a tiny IV drip of the needle, and put it on. Step by step, I took it very seriously.

"Ding Ding Ding", the phone had called, could it be Yang Zi, or did he just make a call from his Brother Chen? So that's not it, it's Li Jiajia's phone call.

"What's wrong, Jiajia?" The fact that I threw Li Jiajia at the hotpot restaurant was my fault. I don't know if she misunderstood me and then got angry at me.

"Sister Tingting, where are you now?" Li Jiajia's tone was still as warm as ever. It seems that she wasn't angry at me for what happened last night.

"Jiajia, I'm in the hospital."

"What!?" Sister Tingting, what happened to you? " Li Jiajia's anxious voice transmitted over the phone to my drowsy brain. It turns out that due to my sickness, there are people who are worried about me.

"It's nothing. I just have a fever. I'll be fine after a while if I lose." In order to prevent Li Jiajia from worrying too much about me, I spoke in a casual tone.

"Sister Tingting, wait for me. I'll be right there." Li Jiajia is still the same as before, caring about me so much, being so nice to me, like … Just like Yang Zi and Brother Chen.

Yang Zi is far away from my side, my Brother Chen is unknown now, and they are all not by my side.

I sat quietly in my seat and watched the people pass by, watched their every move, as if I could see something else through them.

"Sister Tingting!" It was Li Jiajia's voice. I looked around and saw the girl in a yellow shirt waving at me happily.

I replied her with a faint smile. I knew that my current pale face would definitely not look good when I smile, but I was infected by Li Jiajia's smile and felt that my mood was very good.

Li Jiajia ran over to me. Seeing my pale cheek, she reached out and pinched it lightly, pretending to be an adult to scold me.

There was a gentle smile in my eyes as I looked at her rosy little mouth and kept saying, "Isn't it good to have her by my side?"

"Tingting, are you alright?" A magnetic voice sounded in my ears. After I heard it, my body instantly stiffened. How could he be here? How did he know that I was here?

"Good Brother Chen." Li Jiajia saw that the person who just arrived greeted, "Then I'll go buy some food for Sister Tingting, you guys can continue chatting." Without enough time to stop them, Li Jiajia had already walked far away.

I looked at the Brother Chen that appeared in front of my eyes, and wanted to ask a bunch of questions.

But in front of him, he was dressed in a suit and a pair of leather shoes. On his tall and straight nose, there were countless pairs of glasses. Behind the glasses, his eyes were even more profound.

Because his face was thin, he had a sharp angle. It was obvious that he had been busy and tired during this period.

"Brother Chen, why are you … So skinny? " I can't cry, I can't cry!

Brother Chen looked at me, and I could see myself in his eyes, and that was only me, but he didn't answer my question, and only looked at me as if I was his entire world.

"Brother Chen, what exactly happened to you?" I asked about what had happened, but Brother Chen only shook his head and he still didn't speak.