A CERTAIN SOMEONE ( THE ON1Y ONE )

Chapter 074 - Numb Legs

“Ge, What Are We Now?”

As a patient, Jiang Tian had approximately zero self-awareness.

Sheng Wang managed to locate the sickbay, refilled the hot water dispenser and plugged it in—he did not want to come back to only cold water for Jiang Tian to drink after he goes to buy the medicine—but the moment he turned around, Jiang Tian already got up from the bed.
His school bag was upended on his bed, the zip wide open. Inside it was the script that Sheng Wang had seized for himself for the entire night. His hand grabbed a bag strap, and he sat on the bed with his head lowered, trying to wait for the dizziness to pass.

He probably heard Sheng Wang’s footsteps. He croaked, “Give me five minutes.”
“What five minutes?” Sheng Wang stilled, “Why are you up?”
Jiang Tian said, “I’m going to class.”
Sheng Wang: “???”

“I’ve already asked the teacher to excuse you from class, what do you mean by going to class. Stay lying down.” Sheng Wang strided over, wanting to take his bag away. Jiang Tian dodged him.
He opened his eyes, “It’s not that bad.”
“You’re in my hands, whether it’s that bad is entirely up to me,” Sheng Wang returned what Jiang Tian said before, word for word. He gripped the other end of the bag, and stared at him with a dangerous gleam in his eyes, “Are you lying down or not? If you aren’t, I’m taking off your jacket.”

Jiang Tian looked at Sheng Wang, a little speechless, his gaze passing through the messy fringe on his forehead. Perhaps it was from his pale complexion, his eyes were darker than usual, a few traces of sickness lingered.
A while later, he finally felt that standing off like this was simply foolish. He looked away and let go of the bag.
Sheng Wang immediately stuffed his bag in the upper bunk.

“Lie down for a bit first, the hot water is cooking, it will probably take a few minutes—” Sheng Wang wore a jacket, took out a small sports bag from the closet and slung it behind his back.
He wasn’t done briefing Jiang Tian, but Jiang Tian cut him off, “You’re going to class?”
“Huh?” Sheng Wang paused. “No, I asked for leave too.”
“Then where are you going?”
Sheng Wang waved the campus guide in his hand. “Taking medicine for you from the sickbay.”

Jiang Tian withdrew his gaze. He coughed to the side before he said, “No need for medicine, some hot water will do.”
“I’m boiling hot water, not Miracle Healing Water.” Sheng Wang flipped the collars up to cover the lower half of his face, “If you insist on being like this, I’ll find a way to get infected. Then the two of us can both drink hot water, and see who can triumph over the illness with willpower alone first.”
Jiang Tian: “...”

Seeing that he finally went back to lying down on his bed with no further protests, Sheng Wang left the dorm in satisfaction. The school’s sickbay was next to the students’ dormitory, it was a little far away from the teachers’ condos in front of the hill. He jogged all the way there.

There weren’t that many complicated procedures to acquire medicine, it was okay to take on the behalf of other people too. There were two teachers on duty, and one of them asked him, “What’s the situation, how did he get the fever?”
“He probably showered with cold water.”
“Cold water? In this weather?”
Sheng Wang stared at the ground and was silent for a few seconds before nodding. “Mn.”

It was the teacher on duty who was at the opposite table who said instead, “Hey, you’ll never know. This is the third person claiming medicine today. Wasn’t there a water outage in the teachers’ condo last night? There were some who legit showered with cold water. However, those two didn’t have a fever—they just got a sore throat.”
“Oh, I see. I thought it’s some other student who couldn’t take it anymore and is trying to score a sick leave.” The teacher smiled at Sheng Wang apologetically, and said, “I’m going to grab medicine for you now, hold on, okay?”