Chapter 2158: 2083 Caught a Cold (Alliance Leader Mouse09 Extra Update 3)

"I remember your QQ signature was full of delicious food." Su Yun asked curiously.

Quan Xiaocao glanced at the severed object with difficulty, sighed, "Yun Ge'er, I keep seeing these things; whenever I eat, it's just flavor—I can't eat anything. Honestly, I want to, but I smell all kinds of smells every day and just can't bring myself to eat."

Uh……

No wonder—just then Zheng Ren and Su Yun simultaneously caught a whiff of a strange smell.

It felt like back when I placed an intestinal stent for one of Feng Jianguo's patients.

The gushing fecal matter gave off a strong odor that lingered around the mouth and nose.

Sigh, Quan Xiaocao really has it rough.

What's the point of fussing over the GI tract? Come do interventional!

Zheng Ren and Su Yun took a breath, glanced at the cut obstructed intestine; the marginal blood flow was still good, so the chance of a purse-string anastomosis was low.

"Feng bro, we're heading down." Zheng Ren saw Feng Jianguo checking the intestine for any leftover blockage and greeted him.

"Zheng Lao Ban, aren't you going to have a look at the cotton obstruction?"

Zheng Ren hadn't really cared—perhaps because he'd been talking about weight loss all day—then hearing Quan Xiaocao explain why she's always so thin left him with zero interest.

"Feng bro, take a photo and send it to……Boss." Su Yun had already reached the Operating Room door, turned back and said.

Su Yun, this guy, is really boring; Zheng Ren didn't say anything either, turned and went to change clothes.

……

……

Chen Li really disliked this gloomy weather.

The rain was still intermittent and scattered, but heading to the court to play was a muddy mess, full of puddles.

The university court is where youthful hormones run wild.

Chen Li simply stripped off his undershirt, revealing his dark skin, and freely sweated on the court.

In three days there will be a game against the neighboring school's team; Chen Li doesn't want to lose, especially not on his home court.

He had already planned his celebration move: a finger flick, his black hair flying up, accompanied by sparkling sweat and the glow of victory.

I don't know how many girls will scream over this.

But this all rests on outstanding performance; if he loses the game and still tries to show off, Chen Li believes he'll only earn countless eye-rolls.

Breaking in, training—just one afternoon passed like that.

The temperature plummeted, yet it couldn't extinguish the passion of youth.

"Let's go eat, Chen Li!" Training ended, the other teammates headed to eat and called him to join.

But Chen Li refused; he still wanted to practice free throws.

This is his secret weapon; after scouting the opponent, he watched several of their games.

The opponent's play is a bit dirty, with constant little moves.

Precisely because of that, free-throw accuracy is crucial; if he could make a few more free throws in a game, it might lay the foundation for victory.

Add in his limitless passionate dunks, and he's definitely the core figure! After the game, all the female classmates' screams, cheers, flowers, and applause belong to him.

For all this, what's a little sweat?

Chen Li stood at the free-throw line, shot a hundred free throws, and finally felt a bit tired.

One afternoon of high-intensity training suddenly calmed down; his sweat dried in the cold wind, and his body temperature seemed to drop considerably.

From the initial cool it quickly became cool, then turned cold.

Chen Li shivered, but didn't think it was a big deal. At the age of vigorous blood and energy, getting chilled basically doesn't exist in his consciousness.

He picked up his undershirt, Chen Li whistled as he left the court.

Dinner might as well be instant noodles. He's already been moved by his own diligence; someone like him is destined to welcome flowers and applause.

He picked up his phone, opened the training group chat and glanced at it.

The coach notified that training would start tomorrow morning; he had already taken leave from the class advisors.

Perfect, the team lacks cohesion; more practice will keep him from dragging himself down.

Chen Li whistled, as if expressing disdain for the teammates in the group who constantly complain about laziness.

The rain started again, but he didn't run; instead he wandered in the rain. Bring on the storm, make it fiercer! Chen Li felt the raindrops striking his skin and shouted in his heart.

Returning to the dorm, Chen Li started eating instant noodles. But after sneezing several times in a row, he had a vague bad feeling.

From childhood to now he rarely catches a cold; the number of times he's been sick is absolutely countable on one's fingers.

Could it be that he's going to get sick right before the crucial match?

No way, no way; Chen Li immediately dismissed that thought. He must be a bit nervous, and that's understandable. Pre-game nerves, adjust the state; it's always better than post-game nerves being stronger.

He watched his roommates play a game for a bit, then washed up and slept.

After waking up, the sky was still dark; outside one could faintly hear the sound of light rain, a gentle patter, somewhat pleasant.

But Chen Li couldn't hear it; a few roommates were still playing games, shouting and yelling, locked in a blackout session.

The window was opened a crack; the outside cold wind blew on Chen Li's head, making him especially uncomfortable.

Chen Li felt heavy all over; the formerly vigorous him felt fatigued, even his fingers didn't want to lift.

"Hey, help me grab the water cup." Chen Li said from the upper bunk.

"Hurry up with the jungle……" The roommate didn't hear Chen Li's words; he was immersed in the world of competitive gaming.

Feeling awful, Chen Li realized that a metaphor he'd never been conscious of before actually holds true.

At this moment, he felt his head was full of paste.

Unable to think, Chen Li wanted to find something to throw at a roommate, but his brain couldn't even lift.

Soon he stretched his hand out of bed and fell into a heavy sleep.

"Hey, hey."

I don't know how long passed, Chen Li was shaken awake.

"Dalizi, you have a fever?" the roommate said with a bit of schadenfreude: "Who was bragging that they never get sick?"

"Water, give me my water cup."

"Beg me." The roommate looked like they were having fun, joking with Chen Li in the middle of the night.

"Uncomfortable." Chen Li said feebly.

"Even a calf can get sick, I'm impressed." Seeing Chen Li very uncomfortable, the roommate stopped joking and handed him the water cup.

Want some hot water?

"No thanks, cool water is fine, I'm all heated inside." Chen Li said.

Glug glug, he drank a cup of water, Chen Li felt much better.

Moisture nourished the body dried out from fever, moistening every corner.

"Dalizi, take some medicine." The roommate suggested.

"No need." Chen Li said.

"Aren't you still having a competition?" The roommate asked, "With you like this, how can you compete? Don't push yourself, take some medicine, you'll get better soon."

Chen Li thought for a moment, then nodded.

"Cold medicine, honeysuckle-forsythia tablets, right, I also have anti-inflammatory medicine here, do you want to take some together?" The roommate asked.