Xue Xiaodie was also listening to music.
The first thing she did when she got home from get off work was to take a quick shower, change into comfortable and simple pajamas, and curl up in bed, not wanting to move anymore.
Of course, before that, I used sanitary napkins and put a heat pack on my lower abdomen.
Lying in bed did make her feel much better, and the warmth in her lower abdomen slightly relieved the pain. But perhaps because she had eaten something too spicy at lunch, even with all these measures, her stomach was still cramping, making her so uncomfortable that she didn't even want to touch her phone.
My phone was on the bedside table, playing soft piano music.
Suddenly, my phone beeped with a WeChat notification.
Xue Xiaodie subconsciously moved her arm, but gave up before even touching her phone. She really had no interest in work or socializing right now.
This afternoon, she joined a new comic project as the draftswoman. So, everyone from the lead artist to the storyboard artist, and even the screenwriter, discussed a lot with her, all giving her instructions on how to approach the illustrations. She could manage to get by during work hours, but after get off work, and especially when she wasn't feeling well, she really couldn't be bothered to worry about it anymore…
Of course, the new WeChat message could also have been from Lu Zhe. But Xue Xiaodie knew that at this time, Lu Zhe should be with that Miss Tang. From cooking to washing dishes, and even helping her with her studies and playing games, that was all part of his job.
Since that's the case, Xue Xiaodie would rather stay quietly by herself.
After another three or four songs, the phone rang.
Xue Xiaodie picked up her phone in annoyance, but when she saw that the caller ID showed Lu Zhe, she immediately didn't know how to get angry.
She answered the phone and asked weakly, "What's wrong?"
Lu Zhe: "Are you home?"
Xue Xiaodie: "Yes..."
Lu Zhe: "That's good. I made chicken soup and brought some other things too."
Xue Xiaodie: "Other things? What did you bring?"
"Brown sugar ginger tea, a hand warmer, and ibuprofen. I don't know what you need, but you sound a little unwell, so I looked it up online." Lu Zhe's voice remained calm, but with a hint of uncertainty. After all, Xue Xiaodie hadn't directly told him about menstrual cramps, so he was inevitably a little worried that he had guessed wrong.
Xue Xiaodie was stunned.
She was stunned for a long while, and her voice trembled slightly as she spoke: "How did you know I needed these..."
Lu Zhe: "I guessed. I think it's not hard to guess."
Xue Xiaodie: "But, how come that chicken soup..."
Lu Zhe: "That's easy. I made some chicken soup while cooking at Tang Qi's place, and I even made extra. I can just pack it in a lunchbox and bring it over."
Xue Xiaodie hurriedly asked, "Then where are you now?"
Lu Zhe: "We're already inside the residential area. We'll be in the elevator in a bit. Uh, I'm hanging up now, can you open the door for me later?"
"I'll open the door right away!"
After saying that, Xue Xiaodie heard the other person hang up. She quickly sat up, got out of bed, ran to the door, and opened it.
The hallway was quiet; there wasn't a sound.
But then, a "ding" sound came from inside the elevator, making the girl's anticipation even higher. She gripped the doorknob with one hand and the door frame with the other, staring intently at the direction of the elevator.
The waiting time might objectively be less than a minute, but from a subjective perspective, Xue Xiaodie felt that the waiting time was excessively long.
Finally, the elevator doors opened.
Xue Xiaodie was about to run over to greet him, but the pain in her abdomen slowed her down. She also realized that she didn't have her keys with her; if she ran over and turned around to find the door closed, she would be truly devastated.
So the girl clung to the door frame, waiting for Lu Zhe to arrive, his hands full of things.
Lu Zhe entered the room and put all his things on the coffee table.
Xue Xiaodie closed the door, clutched her lower abdomen, walked to the side, looked at the pile of things, and couldn't help but ask, "How do you know these are useful?"
Lu Zhe shrugged: "Because I know how to surf the internet, girl. These things are old news, and besides, I did have a one-month relationship back in the day."
Xue Xiaodie hesitated and said, "Then tell me, which one should I use..."
Lu Zhe: "Actually, I think ibuprofen should be the most effective, but I've seen many girls online refuse painkillers, and I'm not sure if you'd be willing to take it. As for brown sugar ginger tea, I think it's a bit of a mystery, but drinking something hot is never a bad thing, and even if it's just a placebo effect, it's still good. By the way, do you know what a placebo means?"
Xue Xiaodie knew, of course, that this word had appeared in their conversations 'in the past'. But at this moment, she didn't want to become smarter.
The girl sat on the bed, hugged a pillow, and pressed it against her lower abdomen. Then, she smiled and said, "I don't know, tell me."
Lu Zhe: "Because a person's psychological power can affect their body. In other words, if a patient believes that they will get better, then they really may get better. So, even if it is a placebo made of starch with no medicinal effect, as long as people believe that what they are taking is real medicine that will take effect immediately, then their condition may really improve."
Xue Xiaodie tilted her head, blinked gently, and smiled serenely yet reassuringly: "I see."
Lu Zhe: "Therefore, in medicine, when conducting drug trials, groups are always formed, which is a scientific controlled experiment. One group of people takes the experimental drug, and the other group takes a placebo. Only when the group taking the drug is significantly better than the group taking the placebo can it be said that the drug has a sufficient effect."
Xue Xiaodie asked softly, "So what should I eat now?"
Lu Zhe found a bowl and spoon in the kitchen and poured the chicken soup from the lunchbox into the bowl—the portion was not much, only half a bowl.
Then he said, "I'm not a researcher, why would I use you as an experiment? Anyway, I've already made the chicken soup, brought brown sugar ginger tea and hand warmers, so use whatever methods you have."
Xue Xiaodie nodded emphatically: "Okay, I'll do whatever you say. You're a professional assistant after all!"
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