Chapter 50. Gao Wen was in so much pain that she was sweating profusely, her head...
Gao Wen was in so much pain that she was sweating profusely and her head was throbbing.
When she got back, she washed up and went to bed, but she couldn't fall asleep. Instead, the pain in her lower abdomen became increasingly unbearable.
Gao Wen struggled to get up, wanting to drink some water to calm down, but she lost her balance and rolled off the bed. The pain was so bad that she couldn't stand up. She sat up, clutching her stomach, and squatted on the ground, gasping for breath.
Previously, Gao Wen would only experience some discomfort during her period, never this severe. She wondered if it was related to being too tired lately, as the pain was making her see stars.
Fang Han's voice was a lifesaver. She leaned against the bed, reached for her phone, and dialed his number.
As soon as the call connected, Fang Han said, "I think I heard some noise from your room. Are you alright?"
"I'm not feeling well," Gao Wen said, gasping for breath, her voice trembling.
Fang Han sensed something was off about her tone and immediately said, "Can I open the door and come in now?"
“…Mmm.” Gao Wen replied, biting her lip.
Fang Han immediately went back to the room, took the key she had left with him, and opened her door.
Gao Wen sat on the ground, her hands covering her lower abdomen, her body bent over, her face pale, and fine sweat pouring out.
Fang Han hurried over to help Gao Wen up.
Her hands were completely tied up, pressing on her stomach, and she shook her head weakly, saying, "I can't get up, it hurts too much."
Fang Han could only bend down, his strong arms slipping behind Gao Wen's knees to lift her up in a princess carry and place her on the bed.
As soon as she got back to bed, Gao Wen turned over, buried her face in the blanket, and curled up into a ball.
It hurts so much.
"Should we go to the hospital to get it checked out?" Fang Han didn't know much about this, and seeing how uncomfortable she was, he frowned repeatedly.
Gao Wen shook her head: "Going to the hospital is useless."
"What should we do?" Fang Han came to the bedside and saw her clutching the sheets with both hands, feeling anxious and worried.
Gao Wen shook her head again.
There's no way around it.
She experienced this several times during her senior year of high school. Painkillers were not very effective and instead caused her stomach pain.
We can only try to get through this.
Fang Han: "The internet says that eating some apples, red dates, and ginger water will help relieve the symptoms. I've already boiled some, you can drink some."
Gao Wen didn't want to move at all, and continued to bury her head in the pillow, biting her lip in pain.
Fang Han brought in the bowl of boiled ginger water again. Seeing that she didn't move, he walked to the bedside, leaned down, and coaxed her softly, "Drinking it will make you feel better. You can drink a couple of sips."
"It hurts so much." Gao Wen's voice was weak. She turned over again, glanced at the bowl in Fang Han's hand, buried her head in the pillow again, and said in a muffled voice, "It really hurts so much. Let me think."
After thinking about it for five seconds, Gao Wen sat up, propping herself up.
Fang Han took the pillow and placed it on the bedside table. She lay down and continued to cover her stomach with both hands, looking listless and extremely weak.
Gao Wen looked at Fang Han, her voice drawn out and her face contorted with a frown: "I don't really want to drink."
Drinking too much water makes my stomach feel even more bloated.
"Have some." Seeing Gao Wen like this, Fang Han scooped up half a spoonful and fed it to her lips. "Try it. If you don't like it, then don't drink it."
As Gao Wen looked at the spoon being fed to her lips, the worry in his eyes was undisguised. Her eyes welled up with tears, and her nose tingled. She slowly opened her mouth.
It didn't have an unusually sweet or sour taste, and the temperature was just right.
From childhood to adulthood, Gao Wen never received special care when she was sick. Her father was always busy with work, and her mother, Song Jie, took care of her. When she was sick, she would be scolded, always because she was being difficult and causing trouble for the family.
Gao Wen always endured her illnesses alone, even fearing being found out and worried about being blamed.
At this time, she is at her most vulnerable and sensitive.
Gao Wen kept drinking it, sip after sip. She didn't know if it was really working or if Fang Han's actions had warmed her heart. Although she was still in pain, she felt it wasn't so unbearable anymore.
"Does using heat packs help?" Fang Han got up and put the bowl aside.
“It’s no use, that temperature isn’t even enough,” Gao Wen said.
"I bought a hot water bottle. I read online that it works too," Fang Han said. Just then, someone knocked on the door, and he quickly went out with a bowl in his hand.
About five minutes later, he returned.
He was holding a hot water bottle with a light blue cover over it.
Fang Han handed the hot water bottle to Gao Wen: "Use this, see if it helps."
Gao Wen took it.
A hot water bottle is warmer than a hand warmer and covers a wider area, plus it has a cover, so you don't have to worry about getting burned. Placing the hot water bottle on your lower abdomen immediately reduces pain.
Gao Wen felt like she had come back to life.
"Are you feeling any better?" Fang Han asked softly.
"Mmm." Gao Wen nodded vigorously. "Thank you, I can bear the pain."
"It's alright," Fang Han's brows relaxed a little, and he stepped forward to help her up. "Go to sleep."
Gao Wen lay down, and because of the hot water bottle, she no longer had to curl up and could lie flat.
Fang Han pulled the blanket over her and said, "It's getting late, go to sleep. Call me if you need anything."
Gao Wen nodded.
Before leaving, Fang Han closed her door.
Gao Wen, lying down, didn't fall asleep so quickly. She looked at the door and felt the residual heat from the hot water bottle. It didn't seem like such a bad thing.
*
The next day.
Gao Wen's pain eased somewhat, but she was still unable to attend classes. She looked listless and took a day off.
She was used to waking up early, and she opened her door early in the morning, dragging her feet to get water.
Fang Han happened to come out and took her water glass from her: "I'll take it."
Gao Wen let go of his hand and dawdled back to the sofa.
Fang Han poured her a glass of warm water. Seeing her like this, he knew she was still in pain and asked, "Where's the hot water bottle?"
"In bed."
Fang Han said, "Shall I go get some hot water for you?"
"Um."
Gao Wen took a couple of sips of water and couldn't sit still any longer, so she lay down on the sofa.
Fang Han poured out the original cold water, filled a new container, and went over to get Gao Wen's water.
"Thank you." Gao Wen, relying entirely on her willpower, accepted the hot water bottle, her face full of gratitude.
Without Fang Han, she might have really cried from the pain yesterday.
Even when it hurts, you have to cry in secret, wipe away your tears and keep enduring.
"It's a bit chilly today, and it's cloudy outside," Fang Han said, walking into his room and taking out the small blanket that Gao Wen had used last time. "This is new; it's the only one you used last time."
"Give it to me." Gao Wen also wanted to cover herself with it. She had indeed become more afraid of pain. If she covered herself with a small blanket, her body temperature would be higher, and the hot water bottle wouldn't cool down so easily. "This fluffy little blanket is mine for now."
"Sure, you can have it." Fang Han said with a smile, reaching out to pull her feet back to cover them.
Gao Wen lay on the sofa and didn't want to get up.
Moreover, she finds it hard to pass the time when she's alone in her room, and she doesn't want to be by herself.
Fang Han went into the kitchen.
Gao Wen looked at him: "What are you going to do?"
"What would you like to eat for breakfast?" Fang Han asked, turning around.
Gao Wen couldn't eat anything: "I have no appetite."
"You have to eat something."
"don't want."
Fang Han cooked millet porridge with eggs.
He held a bowl and looked at Gao Wen.
"Put it here." Gao Wen remembered how he fed her last night. It was so painful at the time that she didn't think at all. Now, thinking about it, her face turned red. She pointed to the coffee table in front of the sofa. "I don't want to sit at the dining table. You can put it here."
She had no doubt that Fang Han would feed her if she allowed it.
Fang Han placed it on the coffee table: "It's a bit hot, let it cool down."
"good."
After Fang Han finished speaking, he went back to the kitchen.
Gao Wen watched him continue busily working inside, then slowly sat up and asked in a calm voice, "What are you doing?"
"I'll make you some apple, red date, and ginger water," he said, glancing back at her. "I don't know if it'll help, but maybe it will?"
Gao Wen held the millet porridge in her hands, looking at Fang Han in the kitchen. It was raining again outside.
The apartment has three bedrooms and one living room. A large part of the living room was partitioned off and rented to Xu Fei, so the remaining living room has no balcony and is very dark. You have to turn on the lights to come in. There is only one small window in the kitchen.
The place is small, and Gao Wen used to think it was just a temporary measure, but now she thinks it's actually not so bad.
She doesn't seem to need a very big house, nor does she need a gym with floor-to-ceiling windows or a study. All she needs is a place where she can feel safe and settle down in the city.
This wish is small and easy to fulfill.
Gao Wen took a sip of millet porridge, and the other party said coldly, "You haven't had breakfast either. It's boring for me to eat alone. Don't bother."
"Almost done." Fang Han sped up.
When he came out, he had steamed eggs and milk-flavored steamed buns with him, and asked Gao Wen, "Want some?"
Gao Wen sat on the sofa, and Fang Han brought the plate to the coffee table. He took a small stool and sat opposite her.
"I only eat egg whites." Gao Wen broke off a small piece of steamed bun.
Fang Han: "I don't mind eating egg yolks."
Gao Wen smiled: "That's perfect."
Fang Han peeled two eggs, gave the egg whites to Gao Wen, kept the yolks for himself, and ate the piece of steamed bun that Gao Wen had broken off.
Gao Wen didn't eat much, and when she couldn't hold on any longer, she lay down again. She looked at the ceiling and then at the alarm clock on the wall.
She hoped time would pass quickly, and that tomorrow would be much better than today.
Fang Han placed the brewed apple, red date, and ginger tea on the coffee table, brought his computer from inside the house, and sat down at the dining table to keep her company.
In the past, Gao Wen could still chat with him about work, but now she is restless and can't even watch short videos while lying down. She is in so much pain that she tosses and turns on the sofa.
Fang Han kept him alive by changing the water in the hot water bottle every two hours.
Gao Wen sighed silently. She looked at Fang Han, who was looking at the computer, and after hesitating several times, she pleaded, "Can you talk to me?"
It was so hard for her.
Fang Han looked up from the computer and at her: "Okay."
"What should I say? I don't want to talk about work." Gao Wen was in distress.
Fang Han asked sincerely, "What do you want to eat for lunch?"
Gao Wen: "I don't have much of an appetite."
"You have to eat something." Fang Han got up, walked back to the kitchen, took out peaches from the refrigerator, soaked them in hot water, cut them open, and brought them to Gao Wen.
When she has no appetite, light and crunchy fruit becomes Gao Wen's favorite.
She ate a lot of fruit.
Fang Han bought a lot of ingredients online, wanting to cook for her.
Gao Wen had no appetite and didn't want to eat anything. The most she said was to pout at Fang Han in the kitchen and say, "Talk to me."
“Okay,” he always replied good-naturedly.
"Fang Han," Gao Wen pulled the blanket over her head, kicking her little feet, "I'm going to get moldy, moldy—"
I've been lying in bed all day.
"Fang Han—"
"Um?"
"Say something."
"I'd like to make you a tomato and pork rib soup, is that alright?"
......
Gao Wen rolled over again, sprawled on the sofa, lazily raised her eyes to look at Fang Han standing beside her, her hands unconsciously drooping to the ground, her whole body slumped.
Fang Han squatted down and looked at her, his dark and deep gaze filled with tenderness and indulgence: "Could you please put your hands back under the blanket?"
It's getting cold.
Gao Wen was so bored that instead of pulling her hand back, she raised it up, causing the blanket on her body to move.
Like a willful child, she did the opposite of what she usually does, completely different from her usual self.
Fang Han seemed surprised by her rebellious attitude and suddenly laughed: "Alright then."
He didn't say anything, but got up and pulled the blanket off her, covering her feet.
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