"Toilet!" He said in a sullen voice.
He stayed in the toilet for a long time, until Xia Yihan was a little worried.
When he came back, although he looked as usual, Xia Yihan felt that his face was not very good, and he did not remember to fight with him. He asked him, "what's the matter, is your stomach uncomfortable?"
"No!"
He said so with a stiff tongue. In fact, he was diarrhea, and soon he went to the bathroom.
Xia Yihan is flustered and thinks that there must be something wrong with the Malatang he ate at noon. Maybe she used to eat a lot and didn't respond, but he was different.
She was very remorseful, not only remorseful, but also distressed. She went to the housekeeper and asked him to invite the two doctors.
"It's just a tummy. What's the fuss about? No, I don't Ye Zimo's attitude is very tough. Xia Yihan coaxes him in a soft voice: "such a big Fu family is waiting for you. Your body is very important. You must take good care of it. Besides, if your family knows that I took you to eat Malatang, which caused your diarrhea, I think I will be scolded to death. "
Anyway, Xia Yihan's thousands of requests are worn out. Someone just doesn't cooperate and doesn't look.
He was angry with her about the umbrella. Xia Yihan turned his eyes two times and whispered in his ear, "I'll stay away from manager Xiao in the future. Besides, I'm not angry about the umbrella. You can have a good look, OK? Don't do that. I'll, I'll feel sorry. "
Ye Zimo's eyebrows moved, or not cool not hot to say: "never seen such a wordy woman, look at it."
After the two doctors saw it, they prescribed drugs respectively. After years of cooperation, they also had a tacit understanding that drugs would never conflict.
Rao is a combination of traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine, and it is not an immortal medicine. It takes time for it to work.
This night, ye Zimo ran to the bathroom for countless times, and Xia Yihan was in his room, looking at him painfully, running out again and again.
"I'm sorry, Mo. I didn't know your stomach was so sensitive. I shouldn't have taken you to Malatang. It's all my fault Xia Yihan's eyes even burst into tears. Ye Zimo's indifferent expression has long disappeared.
He really didn't expect that he was just upset, and the little woman cried nervously.
He put out his hand to touch her hair and said gently, "don't be silly. How can I blame you? I ate more myself. A big man, what is a tummy, you sleep! "
"But you have a stomachache. Look at you. You look so pale." Xia Yihan touched his face with his hand, and his face was full of heartache.
"It's no one who doesn't get sick. It's nothing. Stop talking and go to bed!"
"I..." Xia Yihan wants to accompany him. Although she can't help him at all, she still wants to look at him as if she wants to give him spiritual support and comfort.
"Don't let me run to the toilet again and talk to you distractedly! If you don't sleep, go back to your room! " Ye Zimo's face pulled down, Xia Yihan had to climb to bed and lie down.
She couldn't sleep either. Whenever she heard the door of the room ring, she would blame herself once in her heart.
To a few people just sat down in the reception room, she said to see, ask Xia Yihan if there is anything she can help.
Yan Qingyan also realized that Hai Qingqing's visit to see him is false, to the house to find Xia Yihan or Ye Zimo is true.