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Just as he was about to give up and was about to send a message or make a phone call to Nuoya, he heard Yan Nuoya's somewhat muffled voice coming from the other end.

"Xiang Wen? ...The door isn't locked, just come in."

Oh, you were there! How come it took you so long to realize? Were you still sleeping?

That's strange, given Yan Nuoya's habits, she'd still be sleeping at this hour.

Having obtained the person's permission, Mo Xiangwen, still puzzled, turned the handle and pushed open the door.

He walked into the room, which was somewhat dim, so he turned on the light.

What you see is still that large bookshelf and long table.

The long table was supposed to be moved out to make more room for Nuoya, but Nuoya said that having a desk to read at was fine, so it wasn't moved.

Mo Xiangwen subconsciously turned his head to look at the bed, and unsurprisingly saw Nuoya on the bed.

She lay flat on the bed, covered with a blanket, quietly watching him with her purple eyes.

But... why does her complexion look so much like... like the reflection of myself in the mirror just now?

He walked over, half-squatted down, and looked at Yan Nuoya.

Mo Xiangwen was about to ask her if she had a headache, but she patted the spot next to the bed first.

This means you want him to sit down and talk, right?

That's fine, anyway, he's having a hard time in his current state.

Yan Nuoya watched him sit down, a faint smile managing to appear on her pale face: "Next time, if there's no response when you knock, just come in."

Her voice was clearer than before, but it still had a soft quality, sounding gentler than usual.

However, at this moment, he had neither the mind nor the energy to appreciate the differences.

“That won’t do. Your privacy must be respected.” Mo Xiangwen shook his head and insisted, “It’s just a matter of knocking a few more times anyway.”

“We’ve been living together in the studio for so long.” Yan Nuoya pursed her dry lips, her voice sounding a little weak. “I think you don’t need to think about so much.”

Mo Xiangwen was about to retort, but seeing that she seemed to have not finished speaking, he swallowed his words.

She paused for a moment, as if hesitating, but quickly gathered her thoughts and slowly added, "Just like I said, if there's anything inconvenient, I'll let you know."

"I'm afraid you might not notice it sometimes."

"What if next time, I'm not feeling well, just like now?" Yan Nuoya nodded slightly, but then said, seemingly unrelated to the question, "What if I didn't hear you when you knocked?"

After hearing what she said, Mo Xiangwen thought about it and felt that it made some sense.

“Alright, that’s what happened when Noah came to me.” He seemed finally convinced, nodded, and gave himself a way out: “That way, we’re even.”

Yan Nuoya didn't speak, but her smile became more pronounced.

"Are you alright now?" Mo Xiangwen asked with some concern.

"I don't feel well, I feel a little weak." Yan Nuoya struggled to pull her arm out of the warm bed, and her arm looked limp.

She placed her palm on her smooth forehead, felt it for a moment, and then a somewhat confused expression appeared on her face.

"But it doesn't seem hot to me." Yan Nuoya frowned slightly and looked at him: "Why don't you touch it and see?"

Mo Xiangwen reached out to touch her forehead, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong.

"It seems like I don't feel anything." He withdrew his hand and said softly, "But touching the forehead is too unreliable a method of measurement. You should get up for a moment, and we'll take a taxi to the hospital to get checked out."

If he were in his hometown, he would probably just go to the clinic.

Although hospitals are cheaper than clinics even without medical insurance, the fact that clinics don't require queuing is actually quite good.

After all, he's lazy.

However, both he and Yan Nuoya need to watch it now, so they can't be lazy.

Moreover, he wasn't sure if the clinics here were reliable, so he decided to go to the hospital instead.

Anyway, taking a taxi there won't cost much.

Yan Nuoya nodded slightly, then tried to prop herself up with her hands, but found that she seemed to lack the strength.

I managed to prop myself up a little, but then I became unsteady and had to lie down again.

"What's wrong?" Seeing her like this, Mo Xiangwen remembered how he had gotten out of bed earlier and quickly asked, "Don't you feel weak?"

"Hmm..." Yan Nuoya responded heavily, and tried to sit up again, but still failed.

"Do you need any help?" Mo Xiangwen asked after a moment's hesitation.

Even acquaintances shouldn't touch a girl's body without permission, especially since they have no blood relation and can't help her without any reservations.

Yan Nuoya was slightly taken aback, and after pondering for a long time, she silently nodded.

Mo Xiangwen moved closer, carefully slipping a hand under the back of her neck. Yan Nuoya obediently tilted her head back slightly, allowing his arm to pass through. His hand eventually landed on her warm shoulder, and with steady pressure, he slowly helped her sit up.

After letting go, he took a few short breaths before asking, "Can you stand up?"

If the injury is so severe that the person cannot stand up, they should consider calling 120 (emergency services) instead of taking a taxi.

Yan Nuoya lifted the covers, moved her delicate white feet to the edge of the bed, put on her slippers, and then silently watched him.

Mo Xiangwen understood, stood up, took her hand, and gently pulled her up.

Yan Nuoya tried letting go of his hand and took a few steps. Finding that there was no major problem, she nodded to him.

Mo Xiangwen breathed a slight sigh of relief, relieved that it wasn't that serious.

"Then change your clothes," he said. "I'll wait for you at the door. If you have any difficulties, remember to call me."

After saying that, he waited for Yan Nuoya's reaction. Seeing that Yan Nuoya nodded with a slight smile, he walked out and closed the door with peace of mind.

Yan Nuoya heard the footsteps outside the door stop at the door. Her gaze fell on the closed door. The faint smile on her lips did not disappear, but instead had a more complicated meaning.

She chuckled softly and shook her head very slightly, as if somewhat helpless.

Then, she took a deep breath, mustered the little strength she had left, and slowly moved toward her suitcase to change her clothes.

Shortly after, Yan Nuoya came out after changing her clothes, but her steps still looked a little unsteady.

Seeing her swaying precariously, Mo Xiangwen frowned slightly and simply extended his arm, suggesting, "How about... you grab my arm and walk?"

Yan Nuoya paused, slightly taken aback, as if somewhat surprised.

A barely perceptible blush crossed her pale face, but she quickly nodded.

She slowly walked to Mo Xiangwen's side, and instead of taking his arm, she gently reached out and hugged his arm.

Immediately afterwards, she leaned her body slightly, quietly resting some of her weight on his arm.

Mo Xiangwen was also somewhat surprised, and his body tensed up for a moment involuntarily. However, he quickly convinced himself that Yan Nuoya was a patient and his body relaxed.

Moreover, he seemed to vaguely remember that this scene might have appeared before.

"Let's go." Yan Nuoya's cute voice, with a slight nasal tone, came from beside him.

Chapter 138 It's better not to bring Bai Bai along.

"Is there anything that's bothering you?"

"Headache, weakness and soreness in the limbs, and a slight tightness and pain in the chest."

Do you have a cough? Do you have phlegm?

"I have a slight cough, but not much, and no phlegm."

"How long?"

"Two days, I guess."

......

Sitting in her seat, Yan Nuoya completely lost her usual aloof demeanor, appearing instead as a well-behaved and adorable girl.

The old doctor asked a question, and she answered it honestly.

"He looks a bit like Bai Bai." Mo Xiangwen thought to himself, secretly chuckling to himself.

For some reason, Yan Nuoya seemed to sense something and turned to look at him.

But he managed his facial expressions quite well. Yan Nuoya stared at him carefully for a while but couldn't figure out anything.

"Alright, I've prescribed your medicine. Go to the window to pick it up after you pay." The old doctor said without looking up, "Remind your boyfriend to rest when he gets home."

"Okay, thank you, doctor." Yan Nuoya thanked him softly, then stood up and gave him her seat.

The old doctor nodded slightly, and seeing that they showed no sign of leaving, he gave them a puzzled look.

"I'm next, doctor," Mo Xiangwen said, quickly sitting down in a chair.

"Mo Xiangwen?" The old doctor paused for a moment, looked at the registration information, and read his name aloud as if to confirm.

“Yes.” Mo Xiangwen nodded.

"Is there anything that's bothering you?" the old doctor asked routinely.

"Headache, weakness and soreness in the limbs, and a slight tightness and pain in the chest."

......

The old doctor took out a temperature gun and tested his forehead. He found that the two people were almost identical, except that one had had symptoms for two days and the other for only one day.

"Alright, I've prescribed your medicine. After you pay, go to the window to pick it up."

The old doctor was silent for a moment, but still decided to offer a word of advice: "It's good to have a good relationship, but you still need to be careful about the boundaries when you're sick and have contact with patients."

No, it's not about being careful with your contact.

How come he didn't know about his contact with Yan Nuoya?

At most, he and Yan Nuoya slept closer together a few nights ago, but they still used different sofas.

Mo Xiangwen's words "Thank you, doctor" stuck in his throat for a long time before he finally managed to say them, and then he pulled Yan Nuoya away from there.

Neither of them had a good appetite, but in order to avoid taking their medicine on an empty stomach, they chose to have a bowl of porridge at a small shop next to the entrance of the residential area before returning home.

Yan Nuoya was in worse spirits than him. After returning to her residence, she let go of his hand, said goodnight, and then staggered back to her room to rest.

Goodnight? Oh well, goodnight it is.

Seeing that Yan Nuoya had gone back to rest, Mo Xiangwen thought for a moment and then went to the kitchen to take a look around.

To his surprise, he had thought that having basic ingredients and seasonings like oil, rice, salt, and soy sauce would be good enough, but to his surprise, the kitchen was fully equipped with everything he could think of.

Moreover, both the pots and pans and the kitchen countertops looked very clean, indicating that they were used frequently.

To be honest, he was still somewhat surprised.

After all, they are both college students. There is no need to come back and cook for themselves when they can solve the problem at school or in the commercial street outside the community.

In his view, cooking is a time-consuming and laborious task, and it is not cost-effective.

But if everything is available, then it's much more convenient.

Next is the refrigerator; it would be even better if there were vegetables in it.

Mo Xiangwen thought for a moment, then went to the refrigerator and opened it. The refrigerator was full of fruits and drinks, but there was no meat or vegetables.

That makes sense, considering they're young people; these are the right things to put in the refrigerator.

If you really need to cook, you can just buy fresh ingredients on the spot.

However, this means he'll have to go to the supermarket.

He searched for the nearest supermarket on the map and found one not far from his neighborhood, just a few minutes' walk away.

Mo Xiangwen closed his eyes and carefully assessed his physical condition.

Hmm, it should be fine. He's not that fragile.

I can't go to school today, so I have to go to the supermarket to buy some groceries and cook lunch and dinner.

Normally, if I don't eat in the cafeteria, I will order takeout.

However, both he and Yan Nuoya were feeling unwell today, especially since he had some diarrhea yesterday. At this time, the seasonings or oils used in restaurants or takeout might cause them to get a sore throat or other irritation, which was not suitable.

You don't need to worry about this when drinking porridge, but you can't just drink porridge all the time.

After thinking it over, Mo Xiangwen took out his phone and sent a message to them in the group chat.