Chapter 172
the feeling of being needed...
A light bulb suddenly lit up in Zhang Xun's mind. It's hard to say whether this move will work, because it's not in the love manuals he's read. But anyway, the general methods are useless, so we can only use a little more radical method.
He took a deep breath, twisted the hot water into ice water, and squatted in the bathtub for twenty minutes...
Fortunately, he had just been discharged from the hospital not long ago, and his body was still weak. Otherwise, a cold shower might not be enough... In order to add more firewood to the fire, he turned off the electric fireplace when he went to sleep at night, kicked the quilt to the ground, and slept with his upper body naked all night.
Before I opened my eyes the next day, I felt a severe pain in my throat, my eyelids were so heavy that I couldn't open them, and my head was slapped with a brick, and it hurt. The exhaled breath was as hot as a fire-breathing dragon, but the body was as cold as falling into an ice cave, shivering intermittently.
He managed to get a fever.
So that night, Adam was slightly surprised when he entered the door. The whole room was pitch black, as if there was no trace of human activity.
The guard sent a letter just now, saying that Zhang Xun hadn't eaten much all day. So Adam left the Lab early to see if there was anything wrong. As a result, this was the case as soon as he entered the door, which made him a little flustered.
"Zhang Xun?"
A weak moan came from the dark corner of the room.
Adam immediately turned on all the lights, and saw a bulge from the quilt on the bed in the dim light. He walked over quickly, but saw that Zhang Xun's cheeks were burning with an unnatural blush, curled up like a shrimp, his eyes opened a slit, and he didn't know whether he was looking at him awake or unconscious, with a slightly dazed expression.
Adam's face changed suddenly, and it took less than 0.1 second from calm to panic. He reached out his hand to explore Zhang Xun's forehead, and quickly estimated that Zhang Xun's body temperature was around 39 degrees Celsius, which was a very dangerous temperature value, and if it rose further, it might even damage the brain. Adam was about to get up immediately to get the antipyretic injection, but the corner of his clothes was suddenly pulled.
Adam turned his head, but saw that Zhang Xun, who was huddled under the quilt and looked extremely weak, stared at him with a pair of foggy eyes, opened his dry lips, and spoke with a hoarse voice. Said in a nasal, aggrieved voice, "Don't go..."
At that moment, Adam, who was only a year old, finally realized deeply that if the heart of his body was not artificial but a real heart, it might really be like those written in those literary works: it would melt away.
The author has something to say: I often stay up late at night to update the text, which makes my body a little bit overwhelmed...so I took a rest yesterday to catch up with the night's sleep...
Thanks to the little angels who cast the mines: 3 four-cornered strawberries of the jerk natural roll; 2 green mountains and rivers;
Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Lolo Rabbit; 5 bottles of myvanillaworld, mortise and tenon components, and Qingshan River; 1 bottle of Fenglan
Chapter 77 New God (6)
Adam looked at Zhang Xunna's eyes, who seemed to be staring blankly at him, and felt the blood concentration of dopamine and oxytocin (popular science: men also secrete oxytocin) in the human body increased rapidly. He had to really use his brain to suppress the instinctive urge to hug Zhang Xun, but he just gently held Zhang Xun's hand that was holding the corner of his clothes, "I'm going to get the fever-reducing needle, and I'll be back soon."
Zhang Xun still grabbed his clothes and did not let go, stubbornly repeating the same two words, "Don't go..."
In fact, Adam could pull the clothes out of Zhang Xun's hands with a little force, but at this moment he was in a dilemma... In the end, he couldn't compete with the sick patient, so he had to sit down by the bed.
Unexpectedly, after sitting down, Zhang Xun stretched out his arms and wrapped his arms around his waist...
In a trance, Adam felt that he had turned back into a computer state, and his whole body was stiff. He had never seen such... clingy Zhang Xun, who not only took the initiative to make physical contact with him, but even lingered on him.
Do all human beings have such personality changes after illness? Or is this just Zhang Xun's instinctive reaction under weak will?
Zhang Xun sighed as if he was very comfortable, and said in a low voice, "I miss you very much."
Adam blinked twice, not sure if he heard it wrong. He turned his head to look at Zhang Xun, his brows were slightly frowned, as if he was a little confused, "I come here every day."
"You treat me very coldly..." Zhang Xun said in a hoarse and weak voice, holding his heavy eyelids.
Adam said incomparably complicatedly, "You used to treat me in the same way."
"...But I have always liked you in my heart. But you don't like me anymore." Zhang Xun sighed, closed his eyes and turned his head sideways. He didn't expect that these nasty words, which he thought he couldn't say at first, would be said under the influence of high fever...
The lucidity that remained in his drowsy mind was incredible to himself.
Adam was speechless for a moment. Zhang Xun is no longer his administrator, and his special fascination with Zhang Xun should gradually dilute accordingly. But why did Zhang Xun still feel his scalp numb and his blood hot when he heard Zhang Xun say "I've always liked you"?
Could it be that humanity has begun to infect his core modules?
Adam turned his head and called out to the guards in the direction of the gate, asking them to help him go to the emergency room to get antipyretic injections and tranquilizers. The guards quickly brought the things, put them in Adam's hands, and left again.