Chapter 22 After getting used to life without this person

twenty two

The elevator took them to the underground parking garage. Bo Siye found his car, unlocked it, and put Jiang Siyu in the passenger seat.

Jiang Siyu was incredibly well-behaved throughout the journey.

Bo Siye thought Jiang Siyu would struggle once she got into the car, but she didn't react at all until he fastened her seatbelt.

Bo Siye finally breathed a sigh of relief upon arriving at this point.

His gaze fell on her bare feet, and Bo Siye thought for a moment before remembering that there should be a cushion in the trunk.

It was prepared by Mu Jing when he last went back to the Bo family. Bo Siye didn't like it, so he just left it in the trunk and never paid attention to it.

Now is the perfect time to put Jiang Siyu's feet down.

Given her cleanliness, she definitely wouldn't want to put her feet on the car mat.

With that in mind, Bo Siye went to the trunk, found the cushion, and placed it in front of the passenger seat.

"You can put your feet here."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Siyu glanced at the exquisitely embroidered cushion in front of her, hesitated for a moment, and then decided not to compromise herself.

When her fair and delicate feet landed on the cushion, Bo Siye breathed a sigh of relief without making a sound.

Thankfully, this ancestor didn't throw the pillow at his own face.

Bo Siye got into the driver's seat and drove towards a private hospital invested in by Fan Yu.

Throughout the journey, Jiang Siyu remained quiet, gazing out the car window, so well-behaved that Bo Siye found it somewhat unusual.

Half an hour later, Bo Siye's car drove into the hospital parking lot.

After parking the car, he went straight to the passenger seat.

Jiang Siyu then lifted her eyelids and glanced at him weakly.

At this moment, Jiang Siyu's face was flushed, but her lips were pale.

Bo Siye dared not delay any longer, unbuckled his seatbelt, picked her up, and quickly entered the hospital.

The smell of disinfectant mixed with alcohol hit us, and the hospital's director also arrived.

It was obvious that they had received advance notice that the big boss, Bo Siye, was coming.

Led by the hospital director, Bo Siye carried Jiang Siyu toward the hospital ward.

As soon as they entered the room, Jiang Siyu patted Bo Siye's hand and said, "Put me down."

Upon hearing this, Bo Siye frowned subconsciously, but this time Jiang Siyu didn't give him a chance to refuse and ordered again, "Let go."

Since they were already at the hospital, Bo Siye wasn't worried about Jiang Siyu escaping, so he bent down and put her on the bed.

Jiang Siyu had barely touched the bed when she quickly got off from the other side and rushed into the bathroom without looking back. The next moment, the sound of vomiting could be heard.

Bo Siye's expression changed as he realized what was happening, and he followed after her.

When his hand landed on the doorknob, he realized that Jiang Siyu had locked the door from the inside.

“Ayu,” Bo Siye knocked on the door, making no attempt to hide his worry, “let me in.”

In the bathroom, Jiang Siyu emptied her stomach before feeling some relief from the cramps.

After pressing the flush button, she went to the sink, turned on the tap, and rinsed her mouth with water to suppress the sour taste.

"Ayu." Bo Siye's hand landed urgently on the door again, and Jiang Siyu opened the door and came out.

Their eyes met, and seeing Jiang Siyu's unpleasant expression, Bo Siye picked her up again and placed her on the bed.

"This is troublesome," he said to the doctor.

"Of course." The doctor nodded and stepped forward to speak with Jiang Siyu.

When did you start feeling unwell?

Although Jiang Siyu was unhappy with Bo Siye's actions of forcibly bringing her to the hospital, she was not going to risk her health to spite him.

She was the one who was suffering.

So she answered whatever the doctor asked truthfully.

"I woke up with a headache and a sore throat, but otherwise I'm fine."

"Are you coughing...?"

Jiang Siyu answered whatever the doctor asked. After a brief consultation, the doctor finally said:

"The high fever and tonsillitis are mainly caused by catching a cold. The nosebleeds and vomiting are also very likely caused by the high fever. Eat a lighter diet for the next two days and don't eat too much."

Upon hearing the words "Don't eat too much," Jiang Siyu paused for a moment, then nodded obediently.

The doctor hung the stethoscope around his neck: "It sounds fine on your lungs. Keep your knees bent and together. Tell me where it hurts when I press on you."

Jiang Siyu: "Okay."

Does it hurt here?

"It doesn't hurt."

"here?"

"Hiss~" A sudden, sharp pain shot through Jiang Siyu, who gasped in pain.

"Be gentle!" Bo Siye frowned and reminded him.

The doctor glanced at him, then looked away and calmly continued asking Jiang Siyu:

"There is significant tenderness under the ribs. Do you drink alcohol regularly? Do you have a history of taking nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory drugs (NSAIDs) or painkillers? Is your diet regular?"

"I usually drink alcohol, rarely take painkillers, and my diet..." Jiang Siyu let out a soft breath, waiting for the abdominal pain to subside slightly before continuing:

"My eating habits are not very regular."

"Do you drink a lot? How many times a day, and how much at a time? Do you have irregular eating habits? How many meals a day do you eat?"

"I drink about 50ml of alcohol every two or three days, which isn't much... As for my diet, it's been quite regular lately." Seeing the doctor's disapproving look, Jiang Siyu guiltily defended herself.

The doctor gave Jiang Siyu a serious look as she tried to conceal her medical history, and said in a warning tone, "Your diet, in the past, be more specific."

Jiang Siyu said helplessly, "Once a day, or once every two or three days."

"Aren't you hungry?" The doctor frowned upon hearing this, clearly indicating that Jiang Siyu's previous eating habits were not normal.

Jiang Siyu took a deep breath, not wanting to explain in detail, but also not wanting to influence the doctor's judgment.

After a moment of silence, she whispered, "I couldn't eat before. I would vomit after eating, and then I didn't want to eat at all."

"What's causing your inability to eat? How long has this been going on?" the doctor pressed.

Although Jiang Siyu came to the hospital because she had caught a cold and had a fever, after the consultation, it was clear that she had more serious problems.

Jiang Siyu glanced at Bo Siye, whose lips were tightly pressed together, and coughed:

"I will be more careful in the future."

"Patient, please do not hide your physical condition from the doctor, as this will affect our judgment."

The doctor's tone was somewhat fierce, and Jiang Siyu pouted, immediately turning her head to glare at Bo Siye.

"Get out!"

Bo Siye: "..."

Clearly, Jiang Siyu didn't want Bo Siye to know why she couldn't eat.

He realized this himself, so after Jiang Siyu finished speaking, he quietly turned around and left.

But no matter how you look at that back view, it looks so lonely.

The doctor continued his consultation in the ward, and no one noticed that the door, which should have been closed, was left a crack.

"More than a year, I can't remember exactly how long," Jiang Siyu said in a low voice.

"It's not that I can't eat at all; I can eat once or twice without throwing up." Otherwise, she would have starved to death long ago.

"I don't know the specific reason myself, but in the last few months, I have been able to eat regularly."

After she began to forget what Mu Qingye looked like and got used to not having him in her life, her stomach stopped acting up as much.