I really don't understand why anyone would joke about their own life.
I couldn't contain my anger anymore and yelled, "Are you crazy? You knew you were allergic to spicy food, so why did you join us for hot pot? Don't you have any idea?"
Seeing that I was so angry, Yan Meng stared at me for a while and actually laughed.
His laughter irritated me even more, "You're still laughing!"
He put away his smile and said lightly, "It's not that serious. I was allergic to spicy food once when I was a child, but I haven't had much of it since. Seeing you guys enjoying the food so much today, I wanted to give it another try."
"I thought that so many years have passed, maybe my physical condition has changed, and I may not be allergic to spicy food anymore!" Yan Meng defended himself in a low voice.
I looked at him and for a moment I thought there was something wrong with his brain.
"Why would you even attempt something like this?! Do you think you're adventurous enough to risk your own life? What if something really goes wrong?"
Listening to my scolding, Yan Meng smiled instead of getting angry: "Actually, I think the chili peppers are quite delicious, and tonight's hot pot is also very good."
Not bad! Very good indeed.
It almost cost him his life.
I ignored him with a sullen face, looking at the red light ahead, feeling a little annoyed.
Yan Meng then said cautiously: "No need to go to the hospital, I have anti-allergic medicine in the trunk, I just need to take the medicine."
I was skeptical about Yan Meng's words, but in case of allergies, it is indeed necessary to take medicine first.
I parked the car on the side of the road, found a medicine box in the trunk, took out the anti-allergic medicine from it, and watched Yan Meng take it.
Yan Meng looked at me and said teasingly, "You look so stern now, just like a school principal."
I didn't bother to pay attention to him and only cared about whether the medicine would work.
About five minutes later, Yan Meng's breathing had returned to normal, his forehead was no longer sweating, and his complexion was much more relaxed, but the small red spots on his neck had not completely disappeared.
Yan Meng slowly exhaled: "Don't worry, I'm fine now."
Seeing that his mental state was obviously much better, I also breathed a sigh of relief.
Yan Meng leaned back in his chair and said softly, "I'm afraid I need you to take me home now."
Given his condition, I was worried about letting him drive back by himself, but fortunately I was a good person and drove him home.
This was my first time at Yan Meng's home, which was on the top floor of an apartment in the city center.
I helped Yan Meng out of the elevator and arrived at his door. I turned my head to ask him to enter the password, but I heard Yan Meng whisper the password in my ear.
I was stunned for a moment. Although I was surprised that he told me the password to his house without any precautions, I still cooperated and opened the door.
Anyway, he can change the password later, so it doesn’t matter if he tells me.
Yan Meng's house is very big, the kind of big that feels empty.
There was only a sofa, a coffee table and a refrigerator in the living room, and only a bed and a wardrobe in the bedroom, with no other furniture. It was like a new house with no one living in it.
Such a cold environment makes me feel inexplicably desolate.
I helped Yan Meng to the bedroom and got him a bottle of water.
Although his allergic symptoms have been temporarily relieved, the scene in the car just now still makes me feel terrified.
Allergies can be serious or minor, and there's no guarantee his condition won't get worse tonight.
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