Stringy Wind in the Ear - Chap 26
Song Yang woke up on Li Xun’s shoulder. He had no recollection of how he fainted or how he ended up lying on Li Xun’s shoulder. He only felt a tightness in his chest, his breathing was not smooth, and his knees were a little painful.
As he gradually regained consciousness, he vaguely heard Li Xun talking on the phone. His voice was not fast, but his tone sounded a little impatient, not sure if it was because he was running too fast or was nervous.
“Well, keep an eye on it for me. I’m taking a kid to the hospital.”
“I had a high fever and passed out while going to the toilet.”
Song Yang really wanted to correct him, he was either going to the toilet or washing his face.
In addition, he did not faint. It was probably because he ate too little breakfast and had a little hypoglycemia. He was now fully awake.
But when he opened his eyes and saw Li Xun’s profile so close to him, his brain actively cut off his language function.
He had never observed Li Xun’s face from this angle and such a close distance. His skin was not flawless, but it was obvious that it was the type that God had been feeding him. He had not developed any spots despite years of exposure to the wind and sun.
There was no elevator in the venue, so Li Xun carried him downstairs silently.
Song Yang’s limbs hung limply, swaying back and forth, struggling over whether or not to go back to the competition.
He felt really useless. These broad shoulders actually made him give up halfway, thinking “I won’t win even if I compete”.
But the moment Li Xun turned his head, he subconsciously closed his eyes, maintaining the half-dead state when he just woke up.
It was difficult to go downstairs, and Song Yang’s lips kept touching Li Xun’s clothes, and he couldn’t help laughing.
Li Xun’s clothes always had a refreshing fragrance, but at this moment he also smelled another indescribable smell, faint and imperceptible, which should be emitted from the hair. He tilted his head slightly, got close to the skin of Li Xun’s neck, and sniffed carefully like a small animal that had just found food.
Just at this moment, Li Xun lifted his thigh up.
Song Yang’s lips touched a soft area without any preparation, and his whole body felt numb and his thoughts collapsed, as if he had kissed not the earlobe but a power strip with a faulty electricity.
After leaving the training hall, the view in front of him suddenly brightened. Song Yang had a premonition that his true face was about to be revealed, so he buried his face even lower.
Li Xun carried him to the parking space, and suddenly turned around and asked, “Does my back feel comfortable?”
Song Yang’s face showed two patches of highland red, and he asked guiltily: “How do you know I’m awake?”
How else would I know?
From the moment he started walking down the stairs, he felt like a puppy was sniffing at his ear, as if it was going to bite his ear.
In order to avoid embarrassing the child, he said against his will: “I was just kidding you. How is it? Are you still dizzy now? Can you walk by yourself?”
Song Yang nodded reluctantly: “Okay, put me down.”
Li Xun put him down, opened the car door, and tilted his head slightly: “Let’s go, I’ll take you to the hospital for two bottles of IV drips, and I guarantee you’ll be full of life again by evening.”
Drip!
This news was like a bolt from the blue. The dreamy background that was filled with pink bubbles just now shattered into glass shards.
“I’m not going to the hospital.” He shook his head vigorously and took two steps back naturally. “I’ve already taken antipyretics this morning… Or how about this, I’ll go back and lie down for a nap, you go upstairs and do your thing first.”
Originally, Li Xun just said it casually, and he was not sure whether to have an IV drip. But Song Yang’s reaction reminded him of something.
The little guy is afraid of injections.
He raised his eyebrows with interest and laughed: “Sorry, I’m not busy now.” He poked Song Yang’s chest with his fingertips and pointed at the passenger seat: “I’ll count to three.”
Song Yang admitted his fear and sat in: “Can you just prescribe medicine without injections?”
Li Xun thought to himself, why did I take you to the hospital? However, he curled his lips and said, “Let’s see what the doctor says.”
Grade 3 hospitals are always overcrowded. Not to mention manual registration, even the automatic registration machines are filled with long queues.
Song Yang hinted again and again: “Master, don’t you think the queue here is too slow? And I feel much better now.”
“Damn it, your lips are so dry that they are about to crack.” Li Xun took out the receipt and glanced at the location of the outpatient floor.
This was his first time here, so he stopped a security guard and asked for directions. The security guard kindly took them downstairs to the outpatient clinic.
Li Xun nodded and thanked him, then pushed the shy little guy into the elevator.
Song Yang was just feeling uncomfortable, but now, when he thought about having to get an IV drip, he suddenly felt a little scared, and he hung his head and said nothing. If he had known this would be the result, he would not have held on.
Now, the game isn’t even over yet and I still have to get an IV drip.
“You didn’t eat anything this morning,” Li Xun raised his hand and looked at the time. It was almost eleven o’clock. “Are you hungry?”
Song Yang shook his head: “I don’t have much appetite now.”
“Look, you said you’re in much better shape.”
The temperature in the hospital was lower than outside, especially after entering the elevator. Song Yang felt cold all over and put his hands in his pockets.
Li Xun asked the nurse as he walked out of the elevator: “Excuse me, where can I get hot water here?”
The nurse pointed to the end of the corridor and said softly, “It’s at the end, but you have to bring your own cup.”
Li Xun said “Oh” and helped Song Yang walk towards the outpatient hall.
The nurse looked at the two figures, hesitated for a moment, stood up and said, “I have a disposable paper cup here, do you want one?”
The other nurse sitting next to her raised her head curiously and instantly understood why she was so proactive.
Li Xun asked for two cups, poured hot water into them, and handed them to Song Yang carefully: “Be careful, it’s hot, cover your hands before drinking.”
Steam was rising from the water surface, and Song Yang’s heart and fingertips felt hot as well.
The area outside the outpatient clinic was like the waiting room of a train station, filled with listless patients, some sleeping, some playing with their phones. Their conditions were similar to Song Yang’s, like wilted plants.
An old man was probably waiting for someone. He was lying on a chair, occupying four empty seats by himself, playing mobile games without any burden. There were fancy tattoos on his arms. Next to him stood an elderly couple with gray hair. One was standing against the wall, and the other was leaning on a crutch. It was obvious that they didn’t dare to say a word.
Li Xun walked over and kicked the fat uncle: “Get up, is it appropriate for one person to take up so many empty seats?”
His tone was very impolite. Some people nearby leaned over in surprise, and even Song Yang widened his eyes.
However, nothing pleasant happened next. The fat uncle glanced at Li Xun’s muscles roughly, sat up from the chair reluctantly, and then slowly moved to the seat at the edge and continued playing games.
The two old men supported each other and sat down together. There was still one empty seat left. Li Xun nodded and motioned Song Yang to sit down.
Song Yang tried his best to move his butt to the side: “Do you want to join us?”
Li Xun lowered his head to glance at the palm-sized empty seat and joked, “Do you think my butt is as big as Li Chuzhi’s? Why don’t you let me sit on your lap?”
When Song Yang heard this, he offered his two long legs and patted them: “Then come on. I dare to give it to you, but I’m afraid you don’t dare to sit.”
Li Xun pinched his cheek out of curiosity and was amazed by the touch. The boy’s skin was like a child’s, full of collagen, soft and smooth.
He didn’t even use much strength, and when he let go, a faint mark was still left on Song Yang’s cheek.
I don’t know why, but the little guy who was talking so sweetly just now suddenly lowered his head and kept silent.
After waiting for almost half an hour, it was finally their turn.
Li Xun had already shown his experience in taking Chu Zhi to see a doctor, and he took the initiative to explain the symptoms before the doctor even opened his mouth.
The doctor nodded and asked, “Apart from dizziness and cold limbs, are there any other symptoms?”
Song Yang: “I had diarrhea this morning and vomited once, but I took some medicine and stopped vomiting.”
“What medicine did you take?”
“Uh…” Song Yang couldn’t remember the full name, “It’s something like ethylphenol, I think…”
“Does your stomach hurt now?”
“It comes and goes, but not as severe as this morning.” Song Yang added anxiously, “Doctor, can you avoid the IV drip if you can? I’m a little scared.”
The doctor was a kind-looking middle-aged man. He looked up at Song Yang and laughed, “Are you afraid of injections when you’re this big?”
Song Yang trembled with fear and said shamelessly, “It’s hereditary.”
Li Xun laughed out loud with a gloating look: “You are the second person I have ever seen who is so afraid of needles.”
Song Yang’s attention was diverted: “Who is the other one?”
“Hatsuzhi.”
“Ah…” Song Yang felt sorry for her, “Then how did she get the injection? Did you coax her?”
“She rolled on the floor and cried, and I couldn’t comfort her.”
“Then don’t fight?”
“Well, just take some medicine and recover slowly.”
Hearing him say this, Song Yang felt slightly relieved.
But he didn’t know that some doctors and barbers have one thing in common – they have their own ideas.
For example, the doctor in front of him, in order to help the patient recover as soon as possible, automatically blocked out the fact that Song Yang was afraid of needles, and treated Li Xun as a family member of the patient, explaining the details: “His condition is a bit complicated, and it may also be a high fever caused by gastrointestinal bacterial infection. The right medicine must be prescribed. Take him to do a blood test for me first, okay? It’s on the third floor, on the south side, and I’ll prescribe medicine for him later.”
“Okay.” Li Xun said, gently pushed someone’s back, and led him out of the clinic.
Although Song Yang seldom came to the hospital, he intuitively guessed that this blood test must be very complicated. He kept asking Li Xun along the way: “Are we going to draw blood soon? From the finger or arm? Have you ever done it before? Does it hurt?”
He asked timidly and cautiously, his eyes like an endangered animal.
Li Xun was so adorable by his extreme contrast that he smiled gently and coaxed her, “Medical technology is very advanced nowadays. How can it hurt to draw a little blood from your fingertips?”
“Oh well.”
There were not many people at the blood drawing area. Song Yang sat down on the stool and reluctantly extended his index finger: “Hello, sister. I want to draw blood.”
The nurse smiled and asked him to take off his coat first.
“Take off, take off your coat!” Song Yang reacted, covered his coat cautiously, and looked at Li Xun with a pleading look, “Didn’t you just say you wanted to draw your finger? Why do you want to draw a lot of blood?”
“I didn’t know either.” Li Xun shrugged innocently, and coaxed very skillfully, “But you see the nurse sister looks so gentle, the injection must be very gentle, there is no feeling.”
“But I…”
“Come, I’ll help you take it off.”
Song Yang puffed up her little face and grabbed the zipper head, her expression of rejection written all over her face from her hair to her toes. However, she finally gave in to Li Xun and let him take off his coat and roll up his sleeves.
As soon as the nurse put the cuff on his arm, Song Yang’s fingers began to tremble uncontrollably, with a strong amplitude, as if he had been holding a heavy object.
“Clench your fist.” The nurse reminded him twice before Song Yang clenched his fist and turned his face to the other side.
The iodine was icy cold and Song Yang shuddered all over. The nurse and Li Xun looked at each other and smiled helplessly. They did not inject the needle immediately but asked him to relax a little.
The air smells of disinfectant.
There was no way he could relax. During the ordeal, Song Yang was shaking like a sieve and even asked the nurse if he was feeling better.
Li Xun walked over, put his coat over his head, put one hand on the back of his head and pulled him into his arms.
A familiar fragrance filled his face, Song Yang’s cheek pressed against soft clothing, and a big hand gently rubbed his hair.
The needle tip pierced his skin, but he didn’t feel any pain and forgot to breathe because he heard Li Xun’s strong heartbeat.
