His Sweetheart

Chapter 7

tianxin looked at Yan Heng, who was frowning, and felt a little uneasy in her heart. "You didn't have breakfast this morning. Do you want to go buy something to eat after the second period?" The second period was originally when all the students went to the playground for exercise, but Yan Heng didn't need to go. He had plenty of time to have breakfast.

Yan Heng chuckled softly, his voice slightly hoarse, "You are concerned about me." His tone carried an invisible lightness, imperceptible to most people, but those who knew him could tell.

tianxin pursed her lips, and a strange feeling rose in her heart, like the ripples that appeared on the river's surface during a drizzly southern rain. "It's only natural to be concerned about classmates. I would care for anyone in your situation," tianxin said as she began to erase the desk with an eraser. Yan Heng just made a noise of agreement, feeling suddenly uneasy.

tianxin looked at him carelessly, as if her words were just a gust of wind. "You should eat something. I see you have never had breakfast before. You need nutrition during this period," tianxin said, unable to stop herself from saying more. She felt that since they were going to be classmates who would spend a lot of time together, she should show some concern, even though she was a slow-warming person who didn't have many friends.

Yan Heng chuckled to himself, his eyes carrying a hint of wickedness. He was a little charming, to say the least. "Oh, during which period? Puberty or heat period?" Yan Heng suddenly leaned closer, and tianxin didn't know what to do and leaned to the right. "Growing, growing period," tianxin stuttered, her face turning red and pitiful. Her eyes were like a startled young bird.

For the first time, Yan Heng looked at someone carefully. Her short black hair was straight and shoulder-length, her skin was fair, and her eyes were bright and lively. She gave him a feeling that reminded him of "As if covering the moon like light clouds, drifting and flickering like the wind-blown snow" from the "Ode to the Goddess of Luo."

Yan Heng chuckled meaningfully and sat back down. He was scared silly by his own daydreams just now, but looking at her shyness made him happy. What was he feeling?

tianxin didn't know what she was thinking while looking at the textbook. She didn't look at Yan Heng again until the teacher came in. She listened attentively during class and didn't notice anything unusual about Yan Heng.

Since Yan Heng started talking to tianxin, his stomach had started to hurt. At first, he could bear it, but now his hand was on the desk, and the other was covering his stomach. His face was pale, and he was sweating profusely. He tried to endure it without making any sound, biting his lips and making a "hmm" sound. This caught tianxin's attention. She looked at Yan Heng and saw that he looked sick. "What's wrong with you?" tianxin whispered.

Yan Heng was in so much pain that he couldn't think straight. He grabbed the hand that tianxin offered to him, "Yan Heng," tianxin finally saw Yan Heng's face clearly. It was pale, and there was no trace of blood. He was sweating profusely. tianxin was so frightened that she screamed.

The whole class now looked towards Yan Heng's direction, "What happened? What's wrong with Yan Heng?" The Chinese teacher was a woman with a ponytail. She heard the commotion, put down the chalk, and came down from the platform. Yan Heng was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, he just held onto tianxin's hand tightly. tianxin supported Yan Heng's back and said, "Yan Heng, it's okay."

The Chinese teacher came down to see what was going on. It looked quite serious, "Class monitor, two boys come and take him to the infirmary quickly." The monitor and another boy helped Yan Heng out of the classroom. When tianxin's hand was released from Yan Heng's grip, her palms were sweaty, and she felt weak all over. The boy who was teasing her just a moment ago became scary to her in an instant.

The homeroom teacher was in the next office. The Chinese teacher went to find the homeroom teacher, "Read your books first, and wait until the teacher comes in to speak. Keep quiet," the words of the study committee member didn't have much deterrent power. The whole classroom was still in a commotion. After all, the one who had an accident was Yan Heng, and everyone was curious about what happened to him.

The whole classroom was chaotic. Zhong You asked a little worriedly, "Jiang tianxin, what's wrong with Yan Heng?" As Yan Heng's deskmate, tianxin was probably the one who knew him best, "I saw him clutching his stomach, maybe he has stomach ache." As for the exact reason, tianxin wasn't sure.

Zhong You didn't know what to say, but everyone was speculating. tianxin was a little annoyed and anxious. Not only was she worried about Yan Heng, but he must have been in pain for a long time. He didn't even change his expression when he was talking to her just now. If he wasn't in so much pain, how could he have made a sound? He didn't even say he was uncomfortable. Why did he have to be so stubborn? She didn't know how he was doing now.

Zhu Ting looked at tianxin's not-so-good face and knew that she was worried about Yan Heng, "Don't worry, he'll be fine when he gets to the infirmary. Don't worry too much." Zhu Ting thought that tianxin was a little too concerned about Yan Heng. Could it be that she really liked Yan Heng? Although Yan Heng was handsome, he was cold-hearted and had probably broken many girls' hearts. tianxin was simple and innocent, and she was not Yan Heng's match at all. Should she remind tianxin to give up her thoughts about Yan Heng?

tianxin was still thinking about Yan Heng and was completely unaware that Zhu Ting had already made up her mind to have a heart-to-heart talk with her.

The infirmary wasn't very big. There was a scale near the door, a glass counter for medication in front, a bench next to it, and a bed behind the counter. It looked very simple, and there was the smell of medicine in the air.

In the infirmary, there was no one but the doctor at the moment. After the squad leader and a classmate brought the student in, the homeroom teacher arrived shortly. He informed Yan Heng's parents, but they couldn't come and asked him to take care of their child. The teacher knew a little about Yan Heng's situation. He believed that during the rebellious period of adolescence, it was essential to communicate more with family members. He thought it necessary to talk to Yan Heng's parents; otherwise, the child might go astray.

The teacher knew Yan Heng's previous academic performance, which was outstanding. If he studied hard, his grades would surely be amazing. However, no matter how hard the teacher tried to persuade him, it was ineffective. On the first day of school, Yan Heng skipped class and slept in class. The teacher had already talked to the substitute teacher and knew that force was useless with Yan Heng. It might even backfire. He hoped Yan Heng could come to his senses.

He walked into the infirmary and said, "The doctor is examining Yan Heng." The squad leader and deputy squad leader stood on the side. "Teacher," they asked in unison.

The doctor shook her head and sighed. "This child has a severe stomach problem and malnutrition. He must not have been eating properly. What's wrong with his parents? We'll talk more when he wakes up. His stomach problem is severe. If he doesn't eat well in the future, he could have stomach bleeding. He's ruining his health at such a young age. He doesn't value his life at all." The doctor didn't know what to say. If this were her son, she would have hit him.

The homeroom teacher didn't expect this to be the reason. He had suspected that it was due to the after-effects of the surgery, so he was worried. He never thought Yan Heng had done this to himself. "You two go to class," he said to the squad leader and deputy squad leader. "I'll talk to him when he wakes up."

After the squad leader and deputy squad leader left, the homeroom teacher had a headache. "Is he okay?" he asked.

"I gave him some glucose to replenish his energy. Teacher Yang is really concerned. He hasn't even started school, and he's already causing trouble," the doctor said, looking at the intravenous drip. After confirming that there were no problems, she sat down and started chatting. "This child is a bit special. He used to be an excellent student, Yan Heng, you know?"

The doctor was surprised. "I know Yan Heng. He's a talented child. It's a pity," she said. The teacher's circle was not big, and she had heard other teachers mention Yan Heng before. They used to feel a little regretful when talking about his past academic achievements, which impressed many people. "Teacher Yang cares a lot. Don't worry, he's not seriously ill. But he needs to pay attention to his diet and so on in the future. He can't be careless. Talk to him."

The homeroom teacher sat for a while, and his phone rang. "Could you take care of him? The principal has something for me to do. Let him come to my office when he's feeling better," he said. The doctor nodded and sent the teacher off before she began to attend to her own tasks.

The summer cicadas were loud and the warm sun shone on Yan Heng, making his heart incredibly soft. It seemed as though he had just woken up from a long dream where someone held his hand and said, "Yan Heng, it's okay." The voice was gentle and soft, and it felt very comfortable. He suddenly woke up, feeling a bit confused. He squinted his eyes as the sunlight was a bit too bright. He had an IV drip in his hand and a feeling of hunger in his stomach, which made him feel restless. He inexplicably wanted to smoke.

"You finally woke up! I thought you were going to die here. Damn it Yan Heng, you really have some guts. Are you trying to starve yourself to death? If you want to die, find a place to die properly!" Qi Yue came in, his face full of anger, carrying a thermos.

"Did you plant a spy in our class?" Yan Heng's voice was still trembling, and it sounded hoarse. He couldn't hear any anger in his voice. "To hell with your spy. If I didn't have someone keeping an eye on your class, how would I know that you would end up in such a sorry state? What, are you not satisfied with just one surgery? Do you want to experience it a few more times?" Qi Yue was so angry that he wanted to beat him up, but he couldn't due to his own physical condition. He knew he was in no position to say anything, but he was too worked up. "You're worse than a woman. Can't you just behave yourself?"

Despite Qi Yue's harsh words, Yan Heng remained silent, lying there without saying anything. Perhaps feeling that he had been too harsh, Qi Yue shook his head in resignation. He felt like an old mother, worrying too much. "Okay, I was too impulsive. Here's some soup that Auntie made. Drink some after your drip. I just talked to the doctor, and he said you can't eat anything else." Yan Heng's parents were never at home, so they hired an aunt to take care of Yan Heng's food.

Qi Yue placed the soup on the counter. "Let me call Uncle and Auntie for you." When Yan Heng heard this, he sneered, with a mocking tone that made Qi Yue shake. "I bet they won't even take a second glance at me until I'm on the operating table. This minor ailment won't even cross their minds."