After work, Wu Hui saw the back of an acquaintance as soon as he walked to the door of the courtyard.
"Yushu...?"
After a tentative shout, the woman in front of her turned back sharply. as expected. Yushu opened his eyes wide, raised his eyebrows, and waved the flower basket in his hand vigorously. Wu Hui followed her closely and walked into the courtyard with her. She took a closer look and saw that the bamboo basket was not filled with flowers. This is a fruit basket, with several flowers inserted between the gaps between the fruits.
"Why are you here?" Wu Hui asked her, "Coming to visit relatives? I didn't expect that you also have relatives living here."
"It's nothing. Don't you know? There is a doctor who is not popular among people. He is ill and has not gone to work for two days."
"Ah?" Wu Hui was startled, "W-what kind of disease is it? When?"
"Isn't yesterday a Monday? We didn't see him here. When I got off work, the director asked me to come and take a look, only to find that he had been burning at home all day. I wanted to send him to the hospital, but he refused to go and said he would just take two days off. Today, everyone asked me to come to see him after get off work and get some medicine and some condolences."
"It seems that his popularity is better than I thought."
"...Haha, it should be just a little bit better."
When a doctor is sick and goes to the hospital, it may feel like working overtime. However, Wu Hui really didn't expect that he was the one who caught the fever first. Last weekend, I froze to the point where I was so good, and when I woke up, I was full of energy. Could it be because Ouyang often took her out to hang out and exercised her body?
"I really don't know. Then let me go with you to see him."
"Okay. I thought you had such a good relationship that I would have known about it for a long time."
"Don't talk nonsense, it's nothing."
When he arrived at Mo Weiming's door, he patted the jasper tree several times, but no one responded. Wuhui wanted to knock again, but Yushu stopped her, saying that it was normal for patients to be unwell and move slowly. So after waiting for a while, the two of them heard a rustling sound coming from the door.
When the door opened, Mo Weiming's slight surprise was enough to prove that he really didn't expect Wu Hui to appear here.
"Why are you still there..."
Mo Weiming's voice was much weaker than usual. Additionally, he looked paler, but the unnatural blush on his cheeks remained.
"...Why, you don't welcome me?"
The words of concern were choked back before she could spit them out, so Wu Hui naturally couldn't hold back any good words.
"It's okay...come in. Sit wherever you want."
After that, he turned around and moved back to the bedroom. Wu Hui placed the flower and fruit basket on the coffee table for Yushu and surrounded it, feeling that the surroundings were still very neat. But when she wiped the table with one hand, she felt a very thin layer of dust. Mo Weiming probably didn't have the energy to clean these days.
She heard Yushu chattering about medication and precautions in life, but she did not hear Mo Weiming's voice. He was also a doctor himself, so in theory, Yushu might not need to explain it so clearly - she must have suffered from an occupational disease, but Mo Weiming was too lazy to refute. Turning around, he crossed his shoulders and leaned against the bedroom door with a wandering gaze. Yushu said as he waved two packets of medicine in front of him, trying to attract his attention like he was teasing a child.
"Have you eaten in the past two days?"
Wu Hui asked coldly.
He probably didn't expect her to say that. Mo Weiming was stunned for a moment, and then stopped talking. Yushu seemed to have reacted. The hand holding the medicine bag stretched out a finger, pointed at him and said:
"Okay, you are so sick that you don't even eat? Do you still want to go back to work?"
"In no mood……"
The snort, as thin as a mosquito's fly, was filled with resentment, and Wu Hui wanted to laugh a little. But Mo Weiming immediately raised his voice and said to Nurse Bi:
"Luckily you're here. I happen to want to eat wonton noodles at the corner of the street. Serve me a bowl. I'll be grateful."
"His business is very good. It's just in time for dinner, so I may not be able to make it." Wu Hui said, "How about we cook something for you? Do you have any other dishes at home?"
Mo Weiming refused righteously.
"No. Neither my mood nor my physical strength is strong enough for me to clean the kitchen."
"Shall we clean it for you?"
"I can't trust you."
"..."
Biyushu rolled his eyes and sighed loudly on purpose: "Oh! You really have to serve your ancestors. Forget it, it's rare for you to regain your appetite and want to eat something. Seeing that your condition is a little better today, I'm relieved. Tomorrow I have an explanation for everyone. I will go buy it for you today and bring some pancakes with me. You must eat them during the day."
"Thank you, you are such a kind person."
Biyushu glared at him before going out, knowing that he was always utilitarian when he praised others. But it's no fun talking to a patient right now.
She left the room with her front feet, and Mo Weiming's whole body suddenly softened, and his back slowly slid down against the door frame. Wu Hui was startled and walked around the coffee table to pull him up, but she couldn't pull him up. She put her hand on Mo Weiming's forehead and found that the temperature was hotter than she thought.
"Could it be that you have been having fevers repeatedly since yesterday? How could it be so serious..."
Mo Weiming grabbed the door frame with one hand, forced himself to stand up, turned around and walked into the bedroom. He casually took off his glasses and fell on the bed, motionless as if dead.
"You...really don't care? I'll help you boil some water and take the medicine first?"
"And...ice towels..." His muffled voice came from the quilt.
"Okay, okay. Hurry up and cover yourself with the quilt."
I don't know what happened to him. I feel like even a doctor can make me very sick if I haven't seen him for a few days. Wu Hui shook her head, put the hot water bottle on the stove, and turned to the bathroom to get a towel. There are two towels on the shelf, both of which look clean. She took a random one and soaked it in the water. She felt that it was not cool enough.
Wu Hui suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a small wooden freezer in his living room. If there's still ice inside, she can pre-store a second towel. So she walked over and opened the lid to check whether the ice inside had melted.
As soon as I opened the lid, there was a slight coolness inside. There was no food inside, but a small box caught her attention. Curiosity drove her to open it and check, but she restrained herself.
Because Wu Hui had already guessed what was inside - it was nothing more than what he had taken back from the tiger's mouth in Feiye Bay last time. She remembered that when she first visited Mo Weiming's house, he wouldn't let her touch this cabinet.
If you don't touch it, you won't touch it. Who cares?
She poured the boiled hot water into the cup and walked back to the bedroom with the twisted towel. Mo Weiming was lying on the bed upright, with his glasses on the bedside table. Wu Hui thought to herself that if she pulled up the white quilt again, Yushu would definitely faint when she came back.
But she didn't. Wu Hui thought that she was really a kind person.
Putting a towel on the patient's forehead, she sat down on the edge of the bed and began to peel an apple with the knife that came from the coffee table. She said in an interrogating tone:
"You can tell me now, right? What did you do on a hot day? Did you fall into the river?"
"If that's the case, it would be okay." Mo Weiming didn't bother to turn his head and just looked sideways, "I guess I was stimulated."
"Are you stimulated?"
Wu Hui stopped. I really can't imagine what kind of stimulation can affect his health.
Mo Weiming glanced at the bedroom door again, as if to confirm whether Yushu would be back soon. After a long time, he said slowly in a weak and cautious tone:
"I still feel that I have to be involved in those magic weapons, star disciples...those--those things."
"...You really have a fever."
After confirming that she heard correctly, Wu Hui took out her hand and tucked the corner of his quilt thoughtfully.
"On weekends, I was working the night shift. Mr. Tang came to the hospital to see me...bringing some project information from my father."
At this moment, the knife in Wu Hui's hand was stuck on the apple again. She knew he wasn't kidding.
"You can't possibly change your mind based on these..."
"You don't know what those mean."
"Calm down. I mean, just based on the materials he prepared for you, you want to become a star disciple. Isn't it too, too ill-considered? Anyway, I personally have never believed in him." Wu Hui looked at it blankly. Looking at the reflection on the surface of the fruit knife, "Besides, he represents the position of the Police Department, right? Who is the director? Kai Yangqing. After so many days, you have never thought that they deliberately lured you into a trap?" Although the purpose is not clear, but——"
Mo Weiming tried his best to shake his head, and his half-grown hair became even more messy on the pillow.
"I haven't thought about it. But those information, those data, can never be forged. This shows that they do have more information than I thought. However, judging from his attitude, he wanted to persuade me Cooperate with them and get more information from elsewhere. And you misunderstood, I didn’t say I would be a star disciple... I just had to participate in these things."
Probably seeing his frail appearance, Wu Hui realized that although this person was always between reliable and unreliable, he did not have the ability to go to heaven or earth. After all, he is just an ordinary person, the kind of ordinary person who is hungry and sick.
How can ordinary people risk their lives?
"I still think you should think about it again." After a long silence, Wu Hui said, "You may even get sick because of this information... I know, it may be a temporary stimulation, but at least when you recover, you will be sober. , think about it more. Taking a step back, even if you don’t cooperate with them, what can they do, and what will you lose? Right..."
Mo Weiming closed his lips tightly and stopped talking. But his eyes were still open, staring at the ceiling unwillingly. Wu Hui pinched the peeled apple without making a sound. She remembered the dream of meeting Mo Weiming and Ying Yuejun, and the red fruit in the dream.
Mo Weiming finally spoke again.
"Don't you support me?"
"...I didn't mean that." Wu Hui sighed, "I mean...Okay. Since it's your family matter, just be willing. I'm just afraid of you..."
I'm afraid you'll regret it. Before the words were spoken, Yushu came up with rice and Wuhui's share. After that, Mo Weiming stopped talking, closed his eyes, and looked like he was asleep. The two left his meal and left. Also covered by the fly net was the peeled apple.
After seeing off Yushu and returning to his own floor, Wu Hui glanced at the upward stairs, sighed softly, and turned the key.
The moment she turned on the light, her eyes and body were frozen in shock.
A familiar yet frightened uninvited guest appeared at home.
