“Yu Yue Sheng said, ‘He’s not feeling well, let him go in first.'”
“Cough, cough, cough…“
Qi Juan was disturbed from his sleep by a sharp pain in his stomach. Shortly after, the scent of disinfectant mixed into his breath, carrying a slightly dry and sour taste.
He instinctively furrowed his brow and pressed on his upper abdomen with his palm, causing the needle to tilt. However, he seemed completely unaware of it.
What was the sound of glass containers colliding with each other, the crisp sound entering his eardrums, as pleasant as wind chimes, making him long to fall back into the dreamland once again.
“It’s getting better.” Yu Yue Sheng grabbed his sleeve and firmly pulled him back, saying, “Don’t move around.”
Then, his eyelashes flickered and opened suddenly.
The pure black pupils glanced around. It was the familiar pale-colored ceiling, walls with a few fine cracks, a soft and weak screen, and also, someone expressionless.
They were in the medical room.
“Where’s Uncle?” Qi Juan asked in a hoarse voice. The scene before he lost consciousness was still vividly etched in his mind, and he struggled to sit up.
Yu Yue Sheng: “Carried you here and left.”
“Oh…” Qi Juan felt somewhat disappointed. He leaned against the head of the bed, slowly curling up into a ball. He bent over almost halfway, but his hand couldn’t resist pressing against his stomach, as if trying to poke a horrifying hole through himself.
Yu Yue Sheng felt a bit of a headache. “Doctor.”
He called twice, but there was no response, so he got up and went outside the door.
“Don’t go.” Qi Juan’s voice was almost hoarse, and he slowly squeezed out broken syllables from the depths of his throat.
The footsteps of the person leaving had gradually become indistinct, and he could only feel the pain in his stomach intensifying, as if experiencing the agony of slow torture.
He can even clearly sense the position, size, and chaotic pulsating direction of his organs, as if agitating and flaunting their existence as if they wanted to detach themselves from his body.
Cold sweat dripped down, stinging his eyes, but he forced himself to keep their pitch-black eyes open, fixating his gaze on the empty doorway.
…
When the school doctor hurriedly arrived, Qi Juan’s complexion was pale, and his eyebrows were tightly furrowed, with both hands pressing firmly on his upper abdomen.
Seeing that Yu Yue Sheng had also followed back, his anxious heart finally found some relief. Qi Juan silently tugged at the corners of his lips, unable to hold back any longer, and bent down again. Unfortunately, he hadn’t eaten much, so only a small amount of gastric fluid and bile spilled onto the floor.
“Tongxue, hold on. I’ll give you a muscle relaxant injection.” The doctor tried to remove Qi Juan’s hands, but She found that Qi Juan’s strength was almost all concentrated in his arms, tightly clenching around himself.
“Don’t bother. I’ll be fine in a while,” Qi Juan couldn’t free his hand at all.
He closed his eyes and hunched over, curling his legs tightly around himself, as if this was the most comfortable and secure posture for him.
The school nurse had no choice but to seek help from Yu Yuesheng, saying, “Laoshi, please help. Don’t move him around randomly.”
“…” Yu Yuesheng patted Qi Juan gently.
Qi Juan shook his head fiercely, “No.”
Yu Yuesheng tried to be patient, “Qi Juan, please let go of your hand.”
“I don’t want to fight. Laoshi…” It was a disoriented voice filled with labored breathing and weak pleas. Before he could finish speaking, Qi Juan collapsed at the edge of the bed and vomited a pool of acidic liquid.
Reacting swiftly, the doctor promptly brought a trash bin to catch the vomit.
“Cough—”
Qi Juan threw up all sorts of things, looking as if he were drunk, clutching the edge of the bed tightly, as if trying to regurgitate his internal organs.
Among the mess were also undigested pills, which he must have taken at some point, still not dissolved in his stomach.
“Why is it so severe?” Yu Yuesheng stood by, his brow furrowing tighter and tighter.
“Well, that’s how it is when you have spasms. Such a young age and already such a weak stomach. What will you do in the future? Back when we were young, we caught cicadas on the field ridge, caught shrimp in the river pond, roasted and ate them. Even when we were in our forties or fifties, we never had these kinds of painful problems,” sighed the school doctor.
He patted Qi Juan’s back and continued, “Young people nowadays exercise too little. They are always playing with their phones, staring at computers, and on top of that, they eat too much processed food. How can the body endure all that? It’s troublesome, really.”
When mentioning food, Qi Juan turned his head in a despondent manner and then coughed heavily for a while. When nothing came out, he suddenly clenched his fist and struck his own stomach, forcing out a mouthful of something.
His body leaned to the side, and his fingers instantly gripped the edge of the bed tightly.
“What are you doing?!” Yu Yuesheng was slightly surprised and quickly grabbed his wrist.
Crazy kid, he thought in his heart.
Qi Juan curled up into a ball and snuggled into the warmth of Yu Yuesheng’s embrace, murmuring “it hurts.” He even wanted to make some noise to show Yu Yuesheng, to tell him, I’m feeling so terrible, why can’t you care about me?
“Hold on a bit, you’ll feel better soon.” Yu Yuesheng’s tone slowed down as he held Qi Juan’s wrist to prevent him from moving around.
“Hold on? Okay,” Qi Juan allowed him to grasp his wrist bone, squinting his eyes in agreement.
He gave up struggling for the moment and obediently extended his arm. The needle quickly found the vein and went in.
After a while, he finally managed to speak and said to the school doctor, “I’m sorry, Doctor1He actually said Auntie but I used doctor instead.made a mess here.
“It’s alright, I’ll clean up later. Tongxue, during hot weather, remember to consume fewer cold drinks,” the doctor put the empty syringe into a stainless steel tray and kept advising, “Stomach problems are difficult to manage. You should watch your diet regularly, and if you frequently experience pain, make sure to have your parents take you to a big hospital for a check-up; otherwise, it’ll be really difficult when you get older.”
Qi Juan softly acknowledged with an “Mm-hmm,” lifting his head to force a somewhat innocent smile.
However, he now looked more like someone who had just been pulled out of the water, with strands of wet hair still clinging to his pale forehead, giving him a rather bleak appearance.
They waited until the doctor brought the mop. Qi Juan tried to get off the bed forcefully, but Yu Yuesheng reached out and stopped him, asking, “Where are you going?”
“Laoshi, please let me go,” Qi Juan insisted.
The school doctor was puzzled and said, “You really don’t need to clean up.”
“…” Qi Juan said helplessly, “I need to go to the bathroom.”
“Are you feeling like you have diarrhea?” The doctor expressed concern, “Let your teacher accompany you and make sure you don’t collapse in there.”
“No, doctor, can we not talk about it so directly?” Qi Juan said, feeling amused and exasperated at the same time.
“Let’s go,” Yu Yuesheng said.
This, seriously.
Qi Juan considered himself brave and audacious, feeling like he could handle anything without shame or fear. However, when he encountered Yu Yuesheng, he became timid. The most he could do at this moment was to close the door securely before that person came in and swiftly put the latch in place, saying, “There’s really no need to watch over me. I’m already an adult; do you think I can fall or something?”
Yu Yuesheng could only lean against the door and wait for him.
This time, Qi Juan’s hospital stay for gastroenteritis wasn’t long, and he rushed back to school to attend classes. He caught a cold and endured the freezing weather, with continuous pain in his stomach. He had to rub his belly in circles repeatedly to force out some water, and later, even the continuous intestinal fluid was expelled.
The infirmary’s restroom was crude, and the lighting was poor. Even in broad daylight, one had to turn on the light to see anything.
The bright light from the bulb fell on the retinas, causing sudden bursts of brightness. Qi Juan felt unwell all over his body. He could hear the faint sound of the wind and the chirping of cicadas outside. His thoughts gradually became chaotic, and his head was buzzing.
It had only been a few days, and he wondered how he would get through the days to come.
“Qi Juan,” came a somewhat blurred voice from outside the door.
“Hmm? What’s wrong?” Qi Juan subconsciously responded, grabbing a nearby table and cutting his palm, causing pain.
Outside, there was silence again, as if someone was just calling him.
“…” Qi Juan proactively replied, “I’m fine.”
He thought to himself that this person was quite persistent.
Every now and then, Yu Yuesheng called out Qi Juan’s name. After some time, the sound of rushing water started, and only then did the person finally open the door with a creak.
Perhaps after splashing his face with cold water, the tips of the young man’s dark hair were dripping with water droplets, and his complexion seemed even paler than before, giving off a hint of illness.
Leaning against the door frame, he grinned, revealing a row of small white teeth that sparkled brightly. The light reflected in his pupils, creating a brilliant glint as if a perfect highlight had been applied with a brush.
He spoke slowly and leisurely, “Laoshi still cares about me, huh? Worried I might faint in there?”
“It’s fine,” Yu Yuesheng glanced at him lightly, neither confirming nor denying.
After waiting for the school doctor to clean up the mess and leave, Qi Juan hugged the blanket and leaned against the head of the bed, just staring at Yu Yuesheng.
Yu Yuesheng felt uneasy under his gaze, “Is it still hurting?”
Qi Juan muttered, “Yeah, it’s still painful. Laoshi didn’t even help me massage it.”
He looked at Yu Yuesheng for a few silent seconds. The expressionless face that the other person usually had seemed somewhat stiff, and it was unclear what he was thinking. Qi Juan then chuckled and added, “Don’t be so serious, I was just joking.”
“If you’re not feeling well, you don’t have to come to the afternoon class,” Yu Yuesheng said.
“Thank you, Laoshi,” Qi Juan replied with a bright smile, but secretly, he quietly tucked his hand under the blanket and gently massaged his stomach, a few strokes here and there.
The ice-cold touch of his fingers seemed to offer little relief, only providing symbolic comfort. He looked quite pitiful, like a little dog whose tail had been stepped on.
The pendulum of the clock moved slowly, ticking and tocking precisely, but the faint sound of suppressed pain disrupted its rhythm, making each tick feel somewhat out of place.
Yu Yuesheng sat on the side and, somewhat reluctantly, reached his hand into the blanket, finding the area where Qi Juan was applying pressure.
His hand felt cool and moist, very soft. Applying a bit more pressure, his fingertips sank deep into the spot.
Yu Yuesheng felt a bit awkward and asked, “Does this hurt?”
Perhaps they were too close, and the air seemed to warm up from their breaths. His heartbeat gradually quickened. He felt a bit nervous.
I apologize for the oversight. Here’s the translation:
“Ah, it’s here.” Qu Jian leaned back and exposed all his soft and weak spots under the other person’s hand, saying, “This area also hurts, and this, and this whole section hurts too. Laoshi…”
He bit his lip and looked at Yu Yuesheng, almost squeezing out some tears to make it look more convincing. If Qu Jian had a little tail behind him, it would definitely be wagging mischievously right now.
Yu Yue Sheng’s expression was quite complicated.
After a moment, Yu Yue Sheng looked embarrassed and said, “I’m not quite sure how to massage.”
Qu Jian licked the soft flesh at the corner of his cheek and pretended not to care as he replied with a casual “Hmm.” In reality, his heart was pounding wildly, feeling like it might just leap out and die.
“Is this okay?” Yu Yue Sheng asked.
“?”
Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump.
Could it be that he’s going to help me???
No, no, he definitely won’t…
However, Yu Yue Sheng’s fingers started making circular motions, gently massaging, as if afraid of breaking the person, using almost no force.
!
In Qu Jian’s heart, it felt as if he had been filled with sweetness, and his eyes narrowed comfortably. On the surface, he pretended to be calm as he held Yu Yue Sheng’s wrist and patiently instructed him, “It should be like this, Teacher.” Slowly, he pressed on his wrist, making circles.
Yu Yue Sheng felt quite uneasy, “Hmm.”
“That’s it.” Qu Jian quickly let go of his hand. Actually, he wanted to touch it a bit more, but he restrained himself. At this moment, he was already content.
For no apparent reason, he recalled a sentence written by Mr. Shen Congwen: “My hands and feet are all freezing. I want to get close to you, so I won’t feel so sad.”
“Is what you said about losing weight true? Do you often skip meals?” Yu Yue Sheng asked him.
“I don’t like to eat,” Qi Juan answered truthfully.
He indeed often skipped meals, not for the purpose of losing weight, but because he lived carefree, eating when he felt like it and not eating when he didn’t want to.
Meals were irregular, and stomach pain was a common occurrence.
Yu Yue Sheng loosened his grip on Qi Juan’s wrist, and Qi Juan couldn’t help but make a distressed sound, looking at him with a pitiful expression. “Do you want to torture me to death, Laoshi?”
“Serves you right.”
But his hand resumed massaging again.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, it’s my fault entirely. But Laoshi, you’re really good,” Qi Juan chatted with him absentmindedly, “Your lectures are pretty good too. I used to hate biology before, but I’ve been actually paying attention to what you say.”
“Yeah? What did I talk about today?” Yu Yue Sheng looked at him, emphasizing the last syllable.
What did he talk about?
It seemed like he drew organ diagrams, but he really didn’t listen to what was being said.
“You talked about…” Qi Juan guessed blindly, “the digestive system?”
“Yeah?” Yu Yue Sheng raised an eyebrow.
“Food travels from the throat into the esophagus,” the chilly little hand grasped Yu Yue Sheng’s wrist, and the fingertips glided slowly along his skin, sinking in slightly. Qi Juan with a serious expression, was talking nonsense, “After reaching the stomach and undergoing simple digestion, it should come to this point, probably the small intestine, where nutrient absorption occurs, then—”
Yu Yue Sheng interrupted him, “Even though you drew the digestion diagram—”
Qi Juan nodded repeatedly, “Yes.”
“You are talking about the metabolism and decomposition of enzymes,” Yu Yue Sheng corrected sternly.
“Cough, cough, cough…” Qi Juan miserably suffered a setback, clutching his stomach and bending over, deliberately frowning, “My stomach hurts again. Ah, it hurts so much.”
Yu Yue Sheng moved his hand away, “You’re not acting convincingly.”
Qi Juan smiled, his inexperienced shoulders trembling slightly, and had no choice but to change the subject, “Laoshi, will you guide us until graduation?”
“Probably,” Yu Yue Sheng pondered and replied.
“Oh, that’s great. I’m really looking forward to it,” Qi Juan said.
In the afternoon, with the thought of having Yu Yue Sheng’s class, Qi Juan took his medicine and finished the IV drip but obediently returned to the classroom.
During the first period, he could still manage to listen reluctantly, but by the second period, his stomach was stubbornly uncomfortable. He simply laid his head on the desk, like a lazy cartilaginous creature.
“Are you sleeping again?” Han Xiao poked him.
“What’s so interesting about the Chinese class? I’m sleepy,” Qi Juan turned his little head around and replied.
Just as his eyes closed, a chalk tip instantly came crashing down.
“Qi Juan! You’re already sleeping in the new semester?” Old Yuan’s gaze fell on him and saw his drooping head. He walked over, nagging, “It’s not like you can’t study. When you first came to Grade 10, your grades were still decent, right? But you don’t seem to act like a student. And now, you’re near the bottom, yet you still won’t listen, still so stubborn!”
The surrounding eyes all turned towards them.
Qi stood up helplessly, with his hands in his pockets, and replied dryly with an “Hmm.”
“You respond quite quickly, but have you ever thought about your future?” Old Yuan said.
The future?
He hadn’t thought about the future in a long time.
“Get married, have a wife, and have children, live your life,” Han Xiao interjected, speaking softly.
Upon hearing this, Qi Juan couldn’t help but laugh and teased him, “That’s ordinary, that’s you.”
“Still laughing! Get out, get out!” Old Yuan threw a chalk at Qi, feeling irritated, and then turned back to the podium, “Let’s continue the class.”
“Alright.”
He was punished to stand at the classroom door. Qi Juan tilted his head back, gazing at the huge sun above, and gently narrowed his eyelids. His back pressed firmly against the wall behind him, and he instinctively massaged his upper abdomen.
Having gone the whole day without eating much, now he could only digest the stomach acid, as if small openings were formed, and then a layer of fine salt was applied to fill them.
A hard object poked his back.
Qi Juan turned his head slightly and saw a girl by the window handing him a fan. He accepted it and put it in his pocket.
“Got punished?” A familiar voice sounded in front of him.
The tall and slender man stopped in front of him, his cold, single eyelid eyes fixing their gaze on him.
The height difference between the two was not significant, and the other’s height probably reached up to Qi Juan’s forehead. But due to Qi Juan’s relaxed posture, they appeared to be almost the same height.
Qi Juan withdrew his hand and lazily straightened his body, his face pale as he said, “I got punished for falling asleep during class. It’s quite comfortable to bask in the sun here.”
Being punished to stand was not a one-time or two-time occurrence. He had long grown accustomed to it. Occasionally, he could steal a few glances at the girl from the opposite building. When their eyes met, she would blush and quickly look away, whispering something to her friends.
Facing the sunlight, the young man’s eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his fair face, enveloping the cute little beauty mark.
Yu Yue Sheng noticed that he didn’t look well and asked, “Stomachache?”
Qi Juan glanced at him, his eyes curved, and he shook his head.
Yu Yue Sheng walked over and knocked on the classroom door, saying, “Lao Yuan.”
“?” The classroom suddenly fell silent, with each little curious head yearning to push through the air and get closer, resembling hungry little chicks clamoring for food.
The person who was called walked out and asked, “Yu Laoshi, what’s going on?”
Yu Yue Sheng replied, “He’s not feeling well. Let him go in first.”
Qi Juan: “……”
Amidst the quiet whispers in the classroom, Qi Juan proudly returned to his seat and sat down.
“What the heck. How did you come back?” Han Xiao asked him in a hushed voice.
“Probably got a pardon decree.” Qi Juan whispered sneakily, pointing at Yu Yue Sheng, then he laid his head back on the desk, feeling damn satisfied.
He touched his abdomen, and the painful spot still seemed to retain the warmth of the teacher’s fingertips. His mind also wandered for a moment.
Perhaps Yu Yue Sheng had greeted the teachers from other subjects again, as Qi Juan had a smooth run all the way to his biology class, and Yu Yue Sheng didn’t say anything to him.
It could be considered a very satisfying nap.
When it was time to finish the class, the class monitor, Cheng Yuanyuan, came over and knocked on Qi Juan’s desk.
“What’s going on?” Qi Juan lazily raised his eyes.
“You’re not feeling well, right? The Chinese Laoshi asked me to give this to you.” Cheng Yuanyuan piled the bread and stomach medicine she was holding on Qi Juan’s desk.
Qi Juan asked her, “Where did it come from?”
Cheng Yuanyuan replied, “I told you, it’s from Yuna Laoshi, meant for you.”
Qi Juan was somewhat puzzled, “Oh, oh, oh. Why is it from him?”
“And also,” Cheng Yuanyuan pointed outside the door, “it seems like someone is looking for you.”
Qi Juan raised his head and saw several students from other classes standing outside the classroom. Chen Dog stood by the window, waving at him and forming the words “Brother Juan” with his mouth, smiling in a fake and sinister manner.
This person was not someone to mess with.
“Got it.” Although he had a bad feeling in his heart, Qi Juan didn’t want to show weakness in front of strangers. He casually stuffed the two boxes of medicine into the drawer, got up, and walked towards the door.
![Poor Little Thing Reborn as a Spoiled Child [ABO]](https://www.freenovels.net/wp-content/uploads/2024/11/529280897e9ecfdd9f221749897bd3c6.jpeg "Poor Little Thing Reborn as a Spoiled Child [ABO]")