Zheng Quchi pursed his lips and pointed to the food in front of him: "You usually eat with a mouthful of chestnut porridge and a bite of vegetables, but you only ate a bite of bread just now, without touching this plate of cold pork tongue salad or drinking any chestnut porridge. Are you unable to eat, or do you think my cooking doesn't suit your taste?"
Yuwen Sheng instinctively reached for his ribs, but said calmly, "Have you been watching me the whole time?"
Zheng Quchi ignored his words and instead observed his movements: "Is your stomach upset?"
That location should be the stomach.
Considering his picky eating habits—no, it should be said that he has anorexia—it's not surprising that he has stomach problems.
"What do you mean by feeling unwell?" Yuwen Sheng's crimson lips turned slightly purple. He breathed softly and smiled faintly, "It's always been like this, but today it seems to have affected my mood a bit."
Zheng Quchi was dumbfounded after hearing this.
It's always been like this... which means his stomach has been uncomfortable for years, right?
He used to be able to endure it and deal with it as usual, but today he showed some unusual behavior, which she noticed. This could only mean one thing—"Are you delirious from the pain?"
He looks to be only in his early twenties. How could he have such a serious stomach problem? Isn't he worried that he won't make it through and will end up with a perforated stomach?
With current medical technology, this disease could be fatal.
She had always known that he didn't like to eat, sometimes going hungry and sometimes overeating, but she never thought about why he couldn't eat. If he really had a stomach problem, eating too much or too little would increase his stomach discomfort.
Yuwen Sheng laughed when he heard her complain, but the laughter faded halfway through, and the rims around his beautiful eyes gradually turned red: "Really? You get confused from the pain, so you're in a bad mood?"
"More than that, they even want to kill people."
Seeing that he didn't seem to care about the matter, she was a little worried about his current situation. After hesitating for a long time, she still made up her mind and went forward.
First, she reached out and touched his forehead. It was cold and covered with a thin layer of sweat, like ice crystals.
Yuwen Sheng gently closed his eyes, his long eyelashes fluttering down. Now, he was completely non-aggressive, his sickly languor and listlessness seemed to have covered up all his armor and hardness. He looked so pure and beautiful, as clear and fragile as crystal.
Zheng Quchi once again dreamed of her handsome, weak, and helpless husband who needed her care.
An illusion, it's all an illusion!
She quickly shook her head to clear her mind of all the jumbled thoughts.
I touched the back of his hand again; it was just as cold.
That won't do.
Even without a perforated stomach, it could be a stomach ulcer or gastritis.
"Have you ever coughed up blood before?" she asked seriously.
Yuwen Sheng didn't open his eyes and said softly, "You vomited."
He's vomiting blood that badly?!
She asked anxiously, "How many times have you vomited?"
He opened his eyes, his long, thick eyelashes curving upwards in a perfect arc, and chuckled softly, "You've thrown up a few times, huh? Well, I'll have to count them slowly..."
Zheng Quchi immediately realized what was happening and hurriedly said, "It's not the kind of blood you vomit when you're injured, but the kind of blood you vomit when you feel stomach pain."
"When this pain gets really bad, it can even cause you to vomit blood?" Yuwen Sheng asked her, puzzled.
"...That's good. Maybe the situation isn't as serious as I thought." She breathed a sigh of relief.
She wasn't a medical student; she had only heard that stomach ulcers could cause vomiting blood, and in rare cases, stomach perforation could corrode major blood vessels, causing both perforation and vomiting blood. There were also more serious stomach problems that could cause vomiting blood. As long as there was no vomiting blood, there was probably still hope.
Yuwen Sheng's eyes were sharp, as if he could see right through people: "Are you worried that I will die?"
When Zheng Quchi was asked so directly, he didn't know how to answer for a moment.
She had never thought about this question before.
In her mind, Yuwen Sheng had always been an extremely powerful figure. Not only did she think so, but if you asked any person from Ye Kingdom, they would not think that Yuwen Sheng was someone who needed to be worried about.
Therefore, she never thought that no matter how strong a person is, as long as they are human, they are still made of flesh and blood. When they are injured, they will feel pain and sadness, and they will also encounter dangers that could lead to life and death.
Look at that huge creature, once it falls ill, it's no different from an ordinary person.
He asked her if she was worried about his life or death.
To be honest, she's quite worried now.
If he really died, she dared not imagine what would happen to Yeguo, Fuxian, the Sang family, or even herself.
Some people don't seem that important when they exist, but once they're gone... we'd all probably be doomed along with them.
It turns out... his existence has always protected and supported the peace and stability of countless people.
She made a quick decision: "Wait here for me. I'll go get a hot towel to put on your sore spot, and then I'll call Aunt Ling over to take a look."
Yuwen Sheng replied, "No need."
"We can't delay any longer. You care so much about my health, insisting on bringing Aunt Ling to the camp to treat me promptly, yet you are so indifferent to your own health. What are you thinking?" Zheng Quchi's brows were so furrowed that they could trap a fly.
Seeing that she was about to leave, he reached out his arm, grabbed her hand, and pulled her to sit down next to him.
He slipped her hand from his shirt into his cold abdomen, and the warm sensation made him close his eyes comfortably as he slowly leaned against her shoulder.
Zheng Quchi froze. Her left hand felt as if it were being pressed against a piece of elastic ice, and the strange, slippery sensation made her skin crawl.
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