An Yi has had a very peculiar trait since he was a child: everything he tries to raise dies.
When I was in first grade, the teacher gave each student an egg, marked it, and put it in the school's incubator, saying that it would hatch into a chick that would belong to each child. However, An Yi's egg ended up being rotten.
When he was in fifth grade, his older sister gave him a fish tank of goldfish for his birthday. Because he fed them too much, the goldfish didn't even live past his birthday.
When An Yi was in junior high school, there was a cactus on his desk. The cactus started to soften from the first day it arrived at his home, and eventually it rotted into a soup dumpling.
During high school, he was so bored that his older sister gave him a kitten. The kitten started vomiting and having diarrhea on its very first day. It lay in its cat bed, barely breathing. In the end, Anxi gave the kitten to her best friend to pretend to take care of, and that's how the kitten survived.
So now, looking at Jin He who was fast asleep, An Yi couldn't help but feel a little worried.
Oh my god
I really hope I don't let Jin He die from over-raising.
An Yi shakily reached out to check Jin He's breath; he was still breathing. An Yi breathed a sigh of relief.
You should take good care of yourself; the doctor said you can recover.
The two of them ended up arguing the next day.
It wasn't an argument, it was probably just An Yi's annoyance. Jin He refused to eat breakfast again this morning. While An Yi went to the bathroom to wash his hands, she secretly hid the steamed bun. An Yi caught her red-handed, and they ended up having a battle of wits over the meal. An Yi got angry right then and there.
"If you really don't want to eat, you don't have to," An Yi said coldly. "Do I have to keep begging you for this? Jin He, how old are you?"
"Eighteen years old, long past the age of needing someone to chase after you with a small bowl to feed you."
His expression was more serious than ever before, because he really felt he had to tell Jin He the seriousness of the matter. Jin He had never seen him with such an expression before. When he sang badly before, An Yi would at most jump up and down and criticize him, but he had never been so serious before.
Jin He, who was guiltily stuffing a steamed bun into her mouth, froze upon hearing this and looked at An Yi with a dazed expression: "You, you're angry."
"What else?" An Yi was utterly disgusted by this kind of behavior that didn't take his own body seriously. After all, he had really put effort into preparing breakfast, estimating the amount of food Jin He would eat at each meal in case he couldn't finish it. He even cooked some easily digestible canned fruit for Jin He to stimulate his appetite, but Jin He still acted like this today!
"sorry."
An Yi had originally thought that Jin He would jump up and start arguing with him, and he was ready to fight back. But to his surprise, Jin He picked up his chopsticks, picked up a piece of green vegetable, put it in his mouth and chewed it, and then took a bite of the steamed bun.
“I’ll eat it,” Jin He said.
Seeing that it was working, An Yi was about to give in, but then he thought that he couldn't let him not eat the next meal either, so he continued with a stern face and said, "That would be best, I don't want to coax you to eat anymore."
Jin He lowered her head and took another bite of her steamed bun: "I understand."
An Yi received Jin He's promise that he would eat well at every meal from now on, so he didn't think much of it and went out to get the nurse to give him the injection. Jin He didn't feel very comfortable during the meal either, and he only put down the remaining half of the steamed bun in his hand after he dry heaved.
An Yi looked over.
Jin He silently picked it up, took a bite of the steamed bun, and his mouth was filled with sour juice. Just as he was about to risk vomiting and take a second bite, An Yi came over, took the steamed bun from his hand, stuffed it into his mouth, and sat back down on the sofa.
By lunchtime, An Yi had completely forgotten about what happened in the morning. He brought a bowl of vegetable porridge to Jin He's side and was about to introduce it to him when he saw Jin He take a spoon out of the bedside table drawer.
An Yi opened his mouth, because the doctor said that if the patient's stomach allowed, he could eat some lean meat to supplement nutrition. So today, An Yi specifically instructed Aunt Shu to grind the chicken breast into a paste and add it to the vegetable porridge. He originally planned to discuss with Jin He if they didn't want to eat the vegetable porridge without chicken paste in the other thermos.
However, seeing that Jin He's appetite was still good, he felt there was no need to say anything. He would let Jin He know if he didn't want to eat anymore, and they could change it then.
I'll take whatever I can get out of them.
However, Jin He's reaction wasn't that strong. He simply picked up a spoon, took a bite, and then looked up at An Yi.
They found An Yi sitting on the edge of the bed looking at his phone. Jin He looked down and scooped up another spoonful of porridge and put it in his mouth... The fishy smell of the chicken couldn't be more obvious.
An Yi kept glancing at him out of the corner of his eye. Seeing that Jin He just stared at him for a while without saying anything, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. It seemed that he could try to add a little meat to his meals in the future. It seemed that Jin He could actually eat a little.
The bowl of porridge wasn't much, and it took Jin He half an hour to eat. When the doctor came in to give him an injection, he saw him eating and jokingly asked, "Your appetite is much better today?"
Jin He, holding the bowl, hummed in agreement.
Seeing that he had a good appetite, An Yi was also in a good mood: "Yes, the meal was alright today, no one had to put in any effort."
"Yes, an eighteen-year-old young man shouldn't be working so hard. My granddaughter is only three years old and she doesn't need to be fed anymore."
Jin He held the spoon without saying a word.
However, around two or three in the afternoon, just as An Yi was about to give Jin He some fruit, he saw Jin He, who had been lying obediently on the bed, suddenly throw off the covers and rush into the bathroom. This time, it wasn't vomiting; food was spraying out in a frenzy. An Yi threw the apple onto the sofa and quickly grabbed a water glass and rushed in.
He was perfectly fine today, how did it get so serious again?
After vomiting, Jin He didn't need anyone's help. She washed her face herself, pressed the call button to summon the nurse, and as soon as the nurse entered, Jin He stretched out her hand and forearm, which were covered with needle marks.
"I need an anti-nausea injection."
In the past few days, when he had a stomachache or a headache, Jin He would usually discuss it with An Yi, but today he didn't care about any of that at all. An Yi didn't even have the right to know and directly called the nurse.
"It's probably not feasible now. Anti-nausea injections also have side effects, and you already had one this morning."
"Then give me some IV fluids, I'm not planning to eat dinner tonight."
The nurse tried to persuade him a few times, but Jin He wouldn't listen. So she went back to the pharmacy to get Jin He's medication. An Yi brought a cup of hot water to Jin He's bedside table and asked, "Are you nauseous? Should I massage it for you? We'll eat here tonight."
Jin He got up and took a hot water bottle from under the bedside table. After filling it with hot water and tightening it, she hugged it to her chest and pressed it against her stomach. Then she crawled into the quilt, wrapped herself up, and only left An Yi with her back exposed.
“I don’t need you,” he said.
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