Logically speaking, with Zhao Gangjun's physical strength, he shouldn't have had a fever.
But Zhao Gangjun did have a fever, and since he was a child, Zhao Gangjun often had colds and fevers.
Zhao Gangjun didn't know why, and Zhao Gangjun's father didn't know why either. He invited many famous doctors, and even some old Taoist priests and monks from deep mountains and forests, to do this. Zhao Gangjun's frequent colds and fevers have never been solved.
.
40 degree.
In the middle of the night, Zhao Gangjun successfully burned to 40 degrees Celsius.
Zhao Gangjun was burned to the point of being confused.
"Go to the hospital!"
Huang Lingling said with a hint of pleading.
Zhao Gangjun shook his head slightly.
"Why don't you go to the hospital!?"
Huang Lingling said anxiously and doubtfully, "If you continue to burn it like this, you will burn yourself stupidly."
"don't want."
Zhao Gangrong shook his head.
He doesn't like hospitals.
I really don't like it, especially being in the hospital.
Zhao Gangjun had seen many comrades in the hunter school turn into cold corpses not long after they were sent to the hospital.
Zhao Gangjun felt that the hospital was a place for killing people.
Save people, kill people.
In fact, there is essentially no difference.
This is what Zhao Gangjun thinks.
That rainy night and the first words she said to herself appeared in Zhao Gangjun's mind.
"What do you think the purpose of learning martial arts is?"
At that time, Zhao Gangjun pretended that he wanted to kill people.
Then she said something else, "What is killing?"
What Zhao Gangjun answered at that time is now in a daze and he has forgotten it, but Zhao Gangjun still remembers that from that day on, he became a martial arts prodigy and could do anything.
As for what happened that night, Zhao Gangjun also forgot.
He vaguely remembered that he also seemed to have a cold.
It seems that I also have a fever.
41 degrees.
When the thermometer reached this level, Huang Lingling finally couldn't help it anymore.
Huang Lingling picked up Zhao Gangjun on the bed. There was a lot of strength hidden in that seemingly fragile body.
Guo Furong went out tonight, and only Zhao Gangjun and Huang Lingling were at home.
Huang Lingling held Zhao Gangjun's chest with both hands, allowing Zhao Gangjun to stand for a while.
Although Zhao Gangjun was confused at this time, he could vaguely hear Huang Lingling's words, and then he stood for a while with the only will he had.
Then Huang Lingling quickly walked up to Zhao Gangjun and carried Zhao Gangjun on her back.
Zhao Gangjun put his hand on Huang Lingling's shoulder, and his arm naturally drooped, pressing on Huang Lingling's chest.
Huang Lingling's pretty face was slightly red, but she didn't pay attention to Zhao Gangjun's hands. Instead, she put her hands behind her back, lifted Zhao Gangjun's body up, and carried Zhao Gangjun's entire body on her back.
Zhao Gangjun trembled, as if he was afraid that he would fall from the side. Zhao Gangjun vaguely grabbed two things that he thought could control his body balance.
Huang Lingling's body trembled again, and she lowered her head and looked at her breasts, which were grasped by Zhao Gangjun's hands. Huang Lingling gritted her teeth, did not speak, and did not care. Instead, she just carried Zhao Gangjun on her back and walked out of the house.
boom.
A thunder.
The whole building suddenly went dark.
power cut.
A power outage means that the elevator cannot be used, and it also means that the lights on the stairs will not light up.
As far as the eye could see, everything was pitch black.
"So dark!"
Huang Lingling was trembling slightly. She was not a very brave person. Because of the shadow she had when she was a child, Huang Lingling was particularly afraid of this kind of open darkness. The entire stairwell was dark, and the sound of walking seemed to echo in the stairwell.
call!
Huang Lingling took a long breath, then put one hand on the railing of the stairs and walked down slowly, little by little.
The stairs are very dark.
Huang Lingling could only explore step by step, and the person on her back was heavy.
Zhao Gangjun is eighteen years old, weighs more than 100 kilograms, and is much stronger than his father.
Cough cough cough!
Zhao Gangrong coughed. This cough made Huang Lingling tremble, and then her feet sprained.
"ah!"
Huang Lingling screamed in pain and was about to fall down.
Snapped.
There was a crisp sound.
Huang Lingling tightly grasped the railing with one hand to prevent her body from falling.
"ah!"
There was another low-pitched exclamation. Because of the sudden tilt of his body, Zhao Gangjun's hands contracted unconsciously. Those hands were very big and grabbed Huang Lingling's breasts tightly, which even hurt Huang Lingling.
"Steel."
Huang Lingling seemed to want to ask Zhao Gangrui to relax, but Zhao Gangrong was already burned out and he could not hear Huang Lingling's words.
Huang Lingling saw that Zhao Gangjun didn't react. She didn't say anything. Instead, she lifted the twisted foot, shook it, and then stepped on the ground again.
"Ouch."
Huang Lingling frowned.
The twisting feeling is very uncomfortable, and the pain cannot be eliminated in a short time.
Huang Lingling gritted her teeth and walked down step by step with slightly trembling legs. Huang Lingling's face was already dripping with sweat.
A large amount of sweat dripped down Huang Lingling's chin, dripped on Zhao Gangjun's hands, and fell to the ground.
It was dark and nothing could be seen.
The seven floors are like the seventh heaven.
It took Huang Lingling a full twenty minutes to get downstairs.
Huang Lingling only wore a pair of home shorts and a T-shirt on her upper body. The strong wind blew, bringing chills.
Huang Lingling was wearing sandals, and her left ankle was already red and swollen.
Strong wind, heavy rain.
The car is parked in the garage.
Huang Lingling gritted her teeth, lowered Zhao Gangjun's body, and asked him to sit up against the stairs.
Zhao Gangjun seemed to have no strength at all, leaning against the wall beside the stairs.
Huang Lingling took a long breath and touched her chest.
There were bursts of pain in my chest.
After resting for only ten seconds, Huang Lingling picked up an umbrella from her waist and rushed to the garage not far away.
The wind was strong and the rain was heavy.
A small umbrella can't block anything at all.
Huang Lingling's body quickly got wet. When the wind blew, she felt even colder.
Huang Lingling got into the car dressed roughly, then started the car and drove to the stairwell downstairs of her home. Then she got out of the car, picked up Zhao Gangjun and put him in the back seat of the car, and then returned to the driver's seat.
Driving my little Alto, I headed to the hospital.
Wow.
A bolt of thunder pierced the sky.
Alto's lights looked so insignificant on such a rainy night.
Even if you are ten or twenty meters away, you can only vaguely see two yellow dots.
Then nothing else can be seen.
(Thanks to michaelc for your VIP support.. It’s okay if you didn’t show up, but as soon as you showed up, you went to the fairy, the bunker.)