"Cough cough cough, Buddhist sister, come here and wait for a while." Si Jin said after coughing twice.
"Coming." Song Nanwu responded and controlled the hero to go to the dragon pit.
Ning Hongyan looked over and asked, "Captain, you have a cold again?"
"Yeah." Si Jin responded indifferently, his throat feeling a little uncomfortable.
This cold shower seemed to be a bit too much, and at this moment, a sudden pain came.
Si Jin's face changed instantly. He was very familiar with this kind of pain. It felt like every cell in his body was about to explode, and the pain was surging.
At the dragon pit, the enemy's assassin and shooter were hiding.
Song Nanwu was patiently waiting for them to kill the dragon's lifeline. A punishment took it away. Si Jin stood up suddenly and said, "Buddhist sister, I feel a little uncomfortable. I'm going to sleep for a while."
Having said this, Si Jin got up and walked away.
"Are you okay?" Song Nanwu looked at him, stood up and wanted to follow him.
Si Jin seemed to have noticed something and said, "Maybe you're a little sleepy after taking the medicine. You'll be fine after a while of sleep. Keep playing and don't let your teammates down."
Watching him walk up the stairs with unsteady steps, Song Nanwu frowned slightly with some concern.
While she was distracted, the opponent had already taken the dragon.
Si Jin returned to his room and locked the door. His forehead was already covered in sweat from the pain. He quickly took out a tranquilizer from the drawer and took a pill.
The pain was relieved a little, but my body felt weak. I don’t know if it was because of the cold or something else.
Si Jin lay on the bed, enduring it silently.
This new sleeping pill doesn't seem to be any use, the pain is still there.
Song Nanwu in the hall was still a little worried, so she simply hung up, took a cup of hot water upstairs, and knocked on Si Jin's door, "Captain, are you asleep?"
Without a response, Song Nanwu continued to shout, "Captain, Captain, Si Jin..."
Si Jin heard her voice and wanted to respond, but no words came out. Instead, he let out a soft groan of pain.
It was a very small sound, but Song Nanwu at the door could still hear it clearly. It was obvious that he was suppressing something.
Her expression changed, and Song Nanwu hurried downstairs to the courtyard. Looking at the slightly half-open window of Si Jin's room on the third floor, she jumped up.
When I climbed in through the window, I saw Si Jin curled up on the bed with his eyes closed. Veins bulged on his handsome face, but he stubbornly pursed his lips, frowned, and stared at the immense pain.
The sequelae have occurred!
Song Nanwu looked at Si Jin with her eyes wide open, and quickly took out a tube of stabilizer from the emergency room, but then she thought of something, and took out a silver mask and a loose black jacket from the emergency room, put them on, and then walked over to pry open his mouth and pour the stabilizer into him.
Si Jin suddenly opened his eyes and subconsciously punched Song Nanwu.
Song Nanwu dodged nimbly and captured Si Jin in a few moves, then pried open his mouth and poured the stabilizer into his mouth.
After swallowing, Si Jin looked at her, his consciousness still clear. His voice was hoarse and his tone was cold, "Who are you?"
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