The Name of the Disease is You

26

"It's all 39 degrees." The school doctor looked at the thermometer and frowned.

Shi Nian was sore and weak. When she lay on the table just now, it was not particularly obvious. After walking this period of time, she suddenly became exhausted.

It's like a heavy thing pressing on the body, breathless and painful all over the body.

Even when Jiang vainly put her hand against her face, she didn't have the strength to avoid it, which can be said that she didn't react.

His hands were cold and comfortable, and he unconsciously rubbed his cheeks like a kitten that only recognized the Lord.

"Don't be afraid. Let's see your symptoms first." The school doctor patted her on the shoulder comfortably, hooked the chair over, and asked softly, "Do you have a sore throat and a runny nose?"

Shi Niannian replied, "Yes... I have a sore throat and no snot."

"Do you have a headache?"

She nodded.

The school doctor frowned: "It hurts a lot, or does it hurt a little?"

Shi Niannian felt dizzy even after shaking his head: "... It hurts."

She turned around and pulled out a tongue press from the desk box: "Open your mouth."

As soon as she threw the tongue pressing board into the garbage can, Liu Guoqi, the deputy head teacher, rushed in and said, "How about it? Is it serious?"

The school doctor's face was solemn: "It is suspected that it is thyroid flu, and it needs to be further confirmed by the hospital."

Jiang was stunned.

Liu Guoqi was also stunned.

On the contrary, Shi Nian didn't react much. I don't know if she was already confused. He calmly pulled up the mask on his chin, pressed his forefinger on his temples, raised his head to see the school doctor, and asked, "Now?"

"Yes, I'm going to be transferred to the hospital soon."

She nodded slowly twice and listened, "Okay."

"Okay, I'll take her to the hospital." Liu Guoqi said, "My next class is an English class of Class Four. Jiang Xiao, go and help me talk to the head teacher of Class Four, and then ask Lao Cai to inform his parents."

Jiang flowned: "I'll go too."

"What are you doing!" Liu Guoqi's voice raised, "Why don't you go to class!"

Jiang Xian didn't listen to advice at all. Finally, Shi Nian pulled the corners of his clothes and stuttered in a hoarse voice, "Jiang Xian, you go back first, help me, let me... brother tell, aunt, don't worry... I."

The corners of the girl's burning eyes were a little red, and she drooped pitifully.

The voice is also soft, weak, and the heart of the people who listens trembles.

Jiang squatted down.

Shi Nian looked down at him, and the mask covered most of her face, leaving only a pair of clear and beautiful eyes exposed.

"Don't be afraid. I'll go to the hospital later." He said.

After arriving at the hospital, Liu Guoqi took Shi Niannian all the way to register and queue up, and finally did a nasopharyngeal test.

There are more people in the hospital these days than usual, crowding around noisyly.

"Hello, are you the father who was a patient?" A nurse came over and asked.