newbobooks Chapter 518
Chapter 518
Gu Youer was sure that Louis would come. Her interactions with Louis in the past few days made her feel that the other party would not stand her up easily.
Although Louis sometimes speaks a little directly, with his sincere expression, Gu Youer and the other girls lovingly accept this new classmate who looks like a sea king but is actually silly and cute.
However, Louis, who had discussed with her what to wear in the morning, could not be contacted now. The dinner had already started for twenty minutes but he had not yet arrived, which made Gu Youer a little worried.
Seeing that no one answered the number, Gu Youer got up and went out. He went to the Computer Department private room across the street where he had greeted the student and asked, "Is Rong Yuzhuo here?" The freshmen looked at each other, and someone sitting in the distance said that Rong Yuzhuo had just gone out.
Gu You'er and the man asked for Rong Yuzhuo's cell phone number before leaving. As soon as the door was closed, a group of restless people started laughing and joking.
Gu You'er didn't care about all these things when she came out. As soon as the phone was connected, she introduced herself in a rapid-fire manner, and then quickly asked Rong Yuzhuo if he knew what had happened to Louis.
There were footsteps in the empty corridor from the other end of the phone. Gu You'er only heard a burst of noise, and then a human voice, which was Rong Yuzhuo's heavy breathing.
"He's dizzy, maybe he has a fever."
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Rong Yuzhuo didn't care about anything else. He quickly walked over to check Louis's breath. After confirming that he was breathing, he quickly leaned half of his body outside the door, with his two long legs still in the room. He picked up Louis, who was burning hot all over, and carried him back to the second bedroom.
Even though he tried to avoid the wound on his waist when he put it down, the unconscious man still hummed softly unconsciously.
Rong Yuzhuo got up to look for a thermometer, and his cell phone rang again. When he answered it, Gu Youer asked with concern whether the condition was serious and whether he needed help, and she would be there right away.
Rong Yuzhuo touched Louis' forehead and habitually opened Louis' eyelids to observe the state of his pupils, but found that the color of his eyes seemed to be a little wrong.
The pupils, which were usually not very pure black, now seemed to have expanded and were extremely dark in color. Rong Yuzhuo subconsciously shone the light of his mobile phone, but his pupils did not shrink significantly.
Startled, Rong Yuzhuo looked carefully under the light and discovered a faint edge mark around the other person's eyeballs. It turned out that he was wearing colored contact lenses.
The person on the other end of the line was still asking, "Rong Yuzhuo, why is there no sound? Do you want to call for emergency medical help?"
At this time, the person beside the bed put down his mobile phone, pried open the other person's eyelids with one hand, aligned the index finger and thumb of the other hand, and gently pinched it, and Louis' thin layer of invisible mask was taken off.
There was no brown-black eye in the eye socket, only a pupil as red as a neon light.
Rong Yuzhuo looked at it for a few seconds and picked up the phone:
"No, it's just a fever. I'm sleeping now."
Gu Youer asked a few more questions and finally hung up the phone.
Rong Yuzhuo's eyes never left Louis' face. From his bright and colorful hair, to his pale forehead, eye sockets, nose tip, mouth corners, and back to his pair of translucent red eyes.
Rong Yuzhuo also took off the invisibility mask on the other side. The unconscious man groaned twice and turned his body to the side.
Rong Yuzhuo straightened his bent upper body and stood for a while, as if he could see the color inside through the two thin eyelids.
Louis felt hot all over and felt dizzy, so he rolled over and pressed on his wound, then struggled to roll to the other side.
Suddenly, a hand stopped Louis from making pancakes, gently lifted his head, and helped his upper body up a little. Something cool touched his lips, and Louis's soul, which had flown far away into the sky, was drawn back a little.
"Can I take the fever-reducing medicine in your bag?"
It was the voice of his good roommate, and Louis recognized it.
As he regained consciousness, the sensation of both heat and cold washed over him. This feeling was all too familiar. Louis said hoarsely, his throat almost smoking, "Eat... I can eat."
A pill was brought to Louis's lips. His eyes were burning with fever and he couldn't open them, so he squinted a little, swallowed the pill with the other person's hand, and drank some water.
"Can I take anti-inflammatory medicine?"
Louis thought for a moment with his confused mind: "...eat."
Another pill was taken.
Louis felt that he was finally done and was thinking about slowly falling down when his roommate's voice came again.
"Would you like some food?"
Louis became worried when he heard about food. The shadow of the nightmare was still in his mind. Louis wanted to say no, but his voice was too hoarse, so he could only shake his hand with difficulty.
There is no sound.
After a while, his shoes and socks were taken off, and the sound of the door closing gently made Louis completely relax and faint with peace of mind.
After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Louis woke up.
The first thing to wake up was his nose.
There was a fragrance that was like tiny dots of a mosaic, scattered in the air. All the dots were arranged into a mesh cage, trapping him firmly in the center.
Then comes taste.
There was a strange taste in his mouth. Louis seemed to have never tasted anything with such a fragrant aroma. It was like nectar that was diluted and vaporized, slowly flowing into his esophagus.
Then came his eyes.
After his eyelashes fluttered a few times, Louis finally opened his eyelids, which were still hot. The room was filled with the darkness he had long been accustomed to. There was only some thin and fragmented light near the window, which seeped in from between the sliding rails of the pole.
At the same time, a figure also stood still at the end of the bed.
Consciousness finally returned a little late.
Louis opened his mouth, but his voice was as hoarse as using a rusty axe that had been exposed to the sun for three years to chop down an old dead tree. The air vibrated and debris seemed to fall out of his trachea.
"Small, jade bracelet..."
The figure moved, stood up, and moved closer. In Louis's intertwined vision, the other person's figure seemed to have overlapped with him at some point.
"you're awake."
It was indeed Rong Yuzhuo's voice.