Jin He was in so much pain that he couldn't even get up. He would groan at the slightest touch, and when he finally woke up, he had vomited up the few mouthfuls of porridge he had eaten. An Yi rubbed his convulsing stomach, looking even more uncomfortable than Jin He.
Lin Nian also looked worried. "If she doesn't eat anything, when will she ever get better?"
After vomiting, Jin He was completely exhausted. An Yi carried him to the ultrasound room for the ultrasound, and on the way back, he asked the doctor to give him some nutritional injections.
“He can’t eat anything.” An Yi pulled the doctor aside and asked, “What should we do? He’s vomiting a lot. Is there really nothing wrong with his stomach? Why is he vomiting so badly? He vomits everything he eats, even water.”
“It’s normal to have a poor appetite when you’re sick, especially since his stomach is already weak. Once he wakes up, we can give him some easily digestible food and let him rest well after this illness. Otherwise, he’ll suffer a lot when he gets older.” The doctor shook his head and said, “But it’s also strange; it’s rare to see an eighteen-year-old with such a poor constitution.”
"Is there any way to make him feel less uncomfortable?"
“Giving him painkillers now would be even worse for his stomach,” the doctor replied. “Moreover, he has a heart condition now, and some painkillers can increase the burden on his heart. However, we can give him some anti-nausea medication.”
So Jin He was pricked with a needle again in his sleep, but unfortunately he didn't know it. When he woke up, there was a bowl of plain noodles in front of him. He twitched his nose. The taste was very familiar, just like the bowl he had with An Yi at the private kitchen that day.
An Yi originally thought that it would take a lot of effort to coax Jin He to eat this time. He had already prepared a plan for how to persuade him, but unexpectedly, Jin He sniffed and reached out to An Yi for chopsticks.
"Oh my." An Yi found it strange.
"I don't want to eat the peas and carrots in this bowl," Jin He said, feeling wronged.
Aunt Shu usually adds some peas and carrots as garnish when she cooks noodles. Jin He had some in his bowl last time he ate them, but he picked them out. This time, he picked them out one by one with his chopsticks, and soon became impatient.
"You weren't even trying to feed me properly." Jin He put her chopsticks down on the table and pretended to lie down.
"I'll pick them out for you." An Yi took out a cloth bag from the bedside table drawer, which contained some tableware. He took out a spoon and picked out the diced carrots and peas, leaving only some white noodles and two bok choy in the bowl.
Jin He glanced at it: "It's all a bit clumpy."
It's not that I don't want to eat it, it's just that your dough has clumped together and I can't eat it anymore.
An Yi understood the subtext in Jin He's words almost instantly, so he put the noodles aside and walked to the sofa on the other side of the ward. Jin He's VIP single room was fully equipped with a sofa, coffee table, TV, and refrigerator. An Yi took out a pack of fresh noodles from the refrigerator, and there was a small pot on the coffee table. He turned on the power and was about to boil water.
Cooking a bowl of noodles is quick. An Yi took the noodles out and rinsed them with cold water. When he came back, he opened a thermos and poured in the broth.
When he returned with the bowl, Jin He was completely speechless.
"It's freshly cooked, without diced carrots or peas, just bok choy, and the soup is shepherd's purse soup, no meat." An Yi placed it on the small table in front of Jin He and said, "Eat."
Jin He: "..."
"There are no problems now."
Jin He was speechless. He really couldn't find anything wrong with the bowl of noodles. So after dawdling for a while, he said to An Yi, "It's too hot. I'll eat it later."
An Yi sighed. As if resigned to his fate, he picked up the bowl, stirred it with chopsticks to cool it down, and then picked up a piece of food and offered it to Jin He's lips.
Jin He had no choice but to lower her head and take a bite.
"Is it tasty?"
Jin He chewed his noodles without saying a word.
"Does your stomach hurt?"
“A little,” Jin He replied. “Eating it will make it hurt more. Can I not eat it for now? I can’t eat it, and I feel very bloated.”
An Yi didn't want to force him to eat with them. After all, if he really couldn't stand eating and spitting it out, it would be better not to eat at all. So he discussed it with Jin He: "Three sticks?"
Jin He nodded, and this time she didn't nitpick, obediently finishing the three noodles. "Where's the captain?"
"Go back and rest."
An Yi slurped down the remaining two bowls of noodles. He realized that he had been eating Jin He's leftovers lately and hadn't eaten much fresh food.
That's Jin He's fault. If he hadn't left any food, he wouldn't have had to eat leftovers.
Or Jin He could eat some meat, and if there was any leftover meat, he could improve his meals.
An Yi pondered for a moment, then touched Jin He's ankles after washing the dishes and found them slightly cool. He said, "I bought you a pair of fleece socks today. Wear them to bed tonight."
"Huh? What?" Jin He had eaten something and her fever had subsided, so she was in relatively good spirits. Hearing this, she looked up at An Yi and watched as An Yi pulled out a pair of fluffy red fox socks from the bag.
Jin He: "..."
"For me to wear?"
“Hmm,” An Yi replied, “These socks are quite thick, which is perfect since your feet are cold. You can wear these indoors. I also bought you a brown bear sock as a replacement.”
As An Yi was about to put the shoes on Jin He's feet, Jin He was so frightened that she immediately backed away, saying, "I won't wear them."
"Why?"
"Of course it's because they think it's childish! Only little kids or girls with weak constitutions would wear these kinds of socks! Besides, it's uncomfortable to wear these kinds of socks to bed."
"Even little boys with poor health can wear it."
"I don't!"
"Stop fooling around, put them on quickly! If you catch a cold, your stomach will hurt again, and then I'll have to comfort you." Without waiting for a reply, An Yi grabbed Jin He's slender, fair ankles and pulled the socks on. "See, aren't they warm enough?"
Jin He sat up, took off her socks, crumpled them up, and threw them back into the bag, deciding she wouldn't wear them anymore.
An Yi: "..."
Wait here, I'll secretly put it on you after you fall asleep.
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