Cen Yue stewed it again.
After adding tomatoes, it is no longer bitter and is barely edible.
After dinner, Cen Yue took out some scraps of cloth and rubber bands and started fiddling with something.
Song Yiyi came out of the shower.
Cen Yue took the initiative to go into the bathroom and picked up the newly bought hair dryer to help her blow dry her hair.
When the weather gets cold, Song Yiyi's hair is too long and thick, and it is always difficult to dry.
Cen Yue simply asked someone to buy a hair dryer.
He patiently helped Song Yiyi blow dry her hair, then took out a comb to comb it straight, and then handed the finished product to her.
"Scrunchie?!"
The hair band made of floral fabric is simple and elegant, and looks much better than a bare rubber band.
It turns out that Cen Yue was just tinkering with this.
Song Yiyi was truly surprised by Cen Yue this time. "How come you know everything? Don't tell me you just did some random research and came up with this?"
There is no such style sold on the street.
Cen Yue's eyes curled up slowly, "Does it look good?"
Song Yiyi nodded without hesitation. "It looks good. Can you make me some other styles later so I can wear them alternately?"
It's not good to have messy hair all day when working at the Women's Federation.
Although no one said anything.
Song Yiyi still felt that one should act like one is at work.
What's more, such a beautiful hairband was made by Cen Yue herself, so she naturally wanted to take it out to show off.
The smile on Cen Yue's lips grew wider. He had been waiting for these words, so there was no reason for him to refuse.
Go to work the next day.
Cen Yue still insisted on sending Song Yiyi there, just like an old father sending a child who had just started kindergarten.
Got downstairs.
Cen Yue handed the can to Song Yiyi and said, "Take it and share it with your colleagues."
Song Yiyi's dark eyes were like dots of lacquer, and she smiled brightly, "Okay."
Yesterday she told Cen Yue about Pang Xiaojuan sharing raisins with her.
Cen Yue prepared some dried sweet potatoes for her.
For a week straight.
Cen Yue felt nauseous from time to time.
Especially when cooking.
Song Yiyi simply stopped him from doing it. The night before going to the hospital, her worries reached their peak.
I was woken up by nightmares.
But she couldn't show it.
That would make Cen Yue, the person involved, even more scared.
As the Chinese New Year approaches, there are fewer people in the military hospital.
The doctor Cen Yue found was an acquaintance who knew his medical history and first performed palpation and percussion.
He was then asked to have his blood drawn for examination.
Finally, gastric fluid analysis was performed.
After some investigation, the conclusion was drawn: "His stomach is much better than before. As long as he doesn't eat anything too spicy, he's just like a normal person."
Cen Yue turned his head to look at Song Yiyi.
That look was asking her, can you rest assured now?
Song Yiyi frowned, "Doctor, he's been nauseous whenever he smells cooking fumes or fishy smells for a week. If it's not related to his stomach, is there something else he's sick with?"
The doctor replied: "This situation could be due to physiological sensitivity, or it could be a digestive system disease, or even a neurological factor."
The doctor thought for a moment, glanced at Cen Yue, and then said, "It could also be a psychological factor."
Since there is no problem with the digestive system.
Then we have to consider neurological or psychological problems.
Song Yiyi's mood suddenly became heavy.
Cen Yue took her hand and held it, "Don't listen to him, let's go."
doctor:"......"
Even among acquaintances, you can't be so disrespectful to doctors, right?!
"Don't go."
The doctor stood up from the stool, took off his white coat, and chased after the two people who left.
It turned out that the last time Song Yiyi fainted, Cen Yue went to find a doctor he was familiar with, Dr. Liu.
He and Cen Yue were once comrades-in-arms.
Doctor Liu trotted over to catch up with the two people who had already gone downstairs. "Cen Yue, you said you would treat me to dinner last time, why did you stand me up again?"
"This is my sister-in-law, right? Hello! Cen Yue and I are classmates, and my last name is Liu!"
Song Yiyi curled the corners of her lips and greeted him: "Hello, Doctor Liu."
She felt a little confused.
Cen Yue had said before that for several months, he was considered mentally ill by others.
He thinks there is nothing wrong with him.
But the truth is unknown.
Mental illness is also an illness and needs to be treated properly.
But this era.
I'm afraid there aren't even any professional institutions in the country.
Cen Yue held Song Yiyi's hand the whole time, regardless of whether they were in public or not.
You can see that she is in a bad mood.
Cen Yue simply accepted Dr. Liu's invitation to dinner.
"Yiyi, can we eat outside today?"
Cen Yue asked her, "What do you want to eat?"
Song Yiyi forced a smile, "It's all right."
After Dr. Liu took off his white coat, he became more talkative.
He kept talking about the past all the way.
Song Yiyi's attention was diverted by him without her realizing it, and she even asked about Cen Yue's past out of curiosity.
Dr. Liu tells you everything he knows.
"This guy is from the National Defense Department, and his eyes are on the top of his head. We, who are from the Military Medical University, feel provoked."
Dr. Liu recalled with a smile: "Later, when we actually started to practice, we found that they had the capital to be arrogant."
"Sister-in-law, don't look at Cen Yue like this now. He used to be so thin, no different from a skeleton."
Doctor Liu gushed on, "He used to be very fair too. To be honest, I used to say behind his back that Cen Yue was more handsome than a girl."
"Who would obey a man like that? We were so scared we'd beat him up and make him cry. Who knew he was so powerful?"
Doctor Liu said this while looking at Cen Yue warily, "You're so tender!"
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