She's angry again.
Jin He leaned against the bed and sighed. An Yi flew into a rage upon hearing those words, got up and left without giving Jin He a chance to explain.
But there doesn't seem to be much to explain.
Jin He sighed again. He never expected that they had actually been dating for half a year during An Yi's time!
But they haven't done anything else in the past six months, have they? So what exactly is he enjoying with himself?
Just as she was deep in thought, Lin Nian entered carrying a bouquet of flowers. She looked travel-worn, as if she had just gotten off a plane. Seeing that Jin He was the only one in the ward, she was taken aback: "Why are you here alone? Isn't An Yi with you?"
Jin He shrugged: "He's angry."
"Huh? Why are you two angry again?"
Jin He: "..."
What do you mean by "again"?
"Never mind." Lin Nian placed the bouquet of lilies on the bedside table, which exuded a rich fragrance. "An Yi said you have myocarditis."
Jin He didn't know how he got myocarditis, so he could only nod and say "Mm".
"Okay, seeing how hard you usually work makes me nervous. Just rest well for the next few days and don't go out on any more trips."
Jin He didn't answer, after all, he really couldn't afford the penalty for breach of contract.
Have you eaten yet?
Jin He replied, "I've already eaten."
Hearing this, Lin Nian turned off her phone, which she was about to order takeout. Seeing that he still looked uneasy, she asked again, "Where's An Yi? Where did he go? Why were you two arguing?"
Jin He couldn't very well say that he slept with An Yi and then didn't want to take responsibility, so he got angry and ran away.
All he could say was, "I don't know either."
"All right."
Jin He was already seriously ill, and after waking up, he had to fight wits with An Yi for a long time. Now, sitting on the bed, he was exhausted. Seeing that he was also not in good spirits, Lin Nian got up and helped him lie down: "You should take a nap first. I will call the doctor to come and see you in a while."
"Um."
Seeing Jin He fall asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, Lin Nian couldn't help but worry. She reached out to touch his forehead and found that it was still slightly hot.
Lin Nian called the doctor and gave Jin He another bottle of medicine. He didn't know that Jin He had received several IV drips in just a few days. He guessed that Jin He was now a person made of medicine.
Lin Nian felt it was necessary to inform An Yi, although he didn't know why...
So An Yi received a call from Lin Nian while he was outside.
"Hello."
Lin Nian noticed something off about An Yi's voice, but didn't think much of it. After all, this was An Yi, who was unhappy 360 days a year.
What are you doing outside?
"Just trying to clear your head," An Yi asked. "Have you reached the ward yet?"
"We've arrived," Lin Nian continued. "I think Xiao He still has a slight fever. Do you want to come back and check on her?"
"He still has a slight fever? His fever should have gone down when he woke up, so it seems to have returned. Okay, call the doctor over to see what's wrong. I got a bottle of medical alcohol from the pharmacy earlier, can you wipe his palms? I'll be right there... Wait, what does his fever have to do with me!"
Lin Nian: "..."
What's wrong with him again?
"Will you be back later?"
"Whoever wants to go back, let him do whatever he wants, I can't be bothered with him!" Lin Nian heard a "bang" from the other end of the phone, probably the sound of a car door closing. "I don't care about him, who am I to him? He doesn't need me to care about him... Driver, to the hospital... I don't care about him either, I'd rather use that time to do something else!"
Lin Nian: "..."
You're really funny.
In fact, Lin Nian wasn't sure whether Jin He was asleep or had just fainted from the fever. When the doctor came to give him an IV drip, he also told Lin Nian, "We'll be doing an ultrasound and blood test later. Make sure he's sound asleep so we can't wake him up."
But Jin He was lying in bed asleep with a slightly furrowed brow and a pale face. Seeing him still suffering in his sleep, Lin Nian felt bitter. Who could bear to wake him up like this?
"I'll do it."
An Yi appeared at the front door like a hero, carrying a bag of fruit. He went to Jin He's bedside and touched his forehead.
"Jin He." An Yi bent down and gently shook Jin He's shoulders. Jin He's eyebrows twitched and she hummed in response.
"Do you still want to sleep?" An Yi asked. "You need to have your blood drawn and an electrocardiogram done in a bit. It's already booked. Can you wait a little while before you fall asleep?"
Jin He buried his face in the blanket, unable to open his eyes no matter how hard he tried. His eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and his eyelashes were wet with discomfort. He weakly said, "Okay."
He had promised so readily, and he went back to sleep as usual. An Yi was amused by his behavior, but not wanting him to keep quiet, he reached out and picked Jin He up, then wrapped him in the blanket. Jin He sat on An Yi's lap, his chin resting on his shoulder, and coughed lightly twice.
Lin Nian felt that this scene was a little strange, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what was strange. She wanted to say something but felt like she couldn't get a word in edgewise, so she went out first to pay Jin He's medical bills.
"Are you feeling unwell?" An Yi reached out and rubbed Jin He's back. If his mother or older sister were here, they would probably be shocked. They probably had never heard An Yi speak to someone so softly in their lives. "I was fine when I left. How come you're like this now?"
Jin He replied, "No, I don't know."
"Is there anything that's bothering you right now?"
In fact, Jin He couldn't quite pinpoint exactly what was wrong. He had a headache, stomachache, heartache, dizziness, nausea, and felt like he was going to vomit as soon as he opened his mouth. There wasn't a single part of his body that felt good. He didn't even dare to open his mouth wide to speak, because he was afraid that if he did, he would vomit on An Yi.
It felt like someone was sawing and pulling inside his head, his ears were ringing, and he couldn't shake off the urge to faint. With this back and forth, Jin He felt like his soul was about to float away.
An Yi was holding Jin He like this when he felt something hotter than Jin He's body temperature touch his shoulder. He thought Jin He had vomited blood and was startled. He reached out to wipe it but found that it wasn't. Jin He was crying softly and helplessly on his shoulder.
Sick people are both mentally and physically fragile. Under such torment, Jin He's emotions finally broke down. No matter how capable she was, she was only eighteen years old.
She was only eighteen years old.
An Yi used his sleeve to wipe away Jin He's tears, but found that the scalding tears were like a faucet that had been turned on and could not be wiped away no matter what he did. He couldn't help but feel sorry for her and amused at the same time: "What's wrong?"
Jin He really couldn't understand why he had to suffer so much.
He just felt wronged. The headache and stomachache made him feel wronged. This feeling of being wronged came over him and directly broke through the psychological fortress he had been building. He could no longer make himself strong.
An Yi sighed, holding Jin He in one arm and unscrewing the thermos in the other to pour him a cup of warm water, which he then brought to his lips.
Jin He opened her eyes and pushed the water glass away. "I won't drink it."
"Drink less, I'm afraid you'll get a fever and your eyes will water again, and you'll become dehydrated."
"No..." Jin He covered his mouth and shook his head. The two mouthfuls of porridge he had just drunk were still stuck in his stomach, like a stone pressing against his belly. Now, he would easily vomit if he was stimulated by anything. He didn't want to vomit all over An Yi here.
An Yi was extremely worried, so he put the water glass on the table and rubbed his hands on the bed: "Is your stomach upset? Can I gently massage it for you? I promise I won't make you throw up?"
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