Chapter 117 Dinger Is Sick

"Oh..."

At this moment, a retching sound suddenly came from the microphone, and my heart suddenly tightened. My fingers holding the phone were a little pale. I anxiously said, "Hey, Ding Ge, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you, Ding Ge?"

With that, I stood up and left the cinema, thinking that this movie would definitely be lost. As soon as I got out of the hall, I hurried downstairs. There were footsteps in the corridor, and my heart was beating wildly.

After a while, Ding Ge's feeble voice came over. She said in pain, "It's a little uncomfortable. It's probably a stomach problem."

"Are you having gastroenteritis again?"

I was even more anxious and anxious. Ding Ge had always had a bad stomach, especially when he had acute gastroenteritis. His whole face was as pale as paper in pain, and he felt as bad as he felt.

"It should be." Ding Ge said.

"Do you have any medicine at home? Take the medicine quickly."

"There's no medicine at home." Ding Ge added.

I couldn't help but grit my teeth and quicken my steps. "How are you feeling now?" Is it too bad?"

"Not that powerful. It was just that terrible pain, but now it's much lighter." Ding Ge said, "Buy me some medicine and bring it over."

I can't see Ding Ge now, so I don't know what she means by much better. But my heart was filled with worry. I said quickly, "Okay, I'll go get the medicine. You can wait for me at home."

I was so scared that I took a taxi and went to the pharmacy to buy some medicine. Because I had bought medicine for dinger before, I knew what to buy. After buying the medicine quickly, I took a car to the Dinger house.

But no matter how much the taxi driver drove, I still felt extremely slow.

I really regretted not driving Hu Zi's car to pick up dinger so that I could find out in time that she was sick. Just now, I was sitting in a movie theater and waiting. If I hadn't made that call, I would still be in the dark.

Along the way, my anxiousness was written all over my face. The most worrying thing in my heart was the traffic lights at the intersection ahead. When I met the traffic lights, my heart would suddenly relax. When I met the traffic lights, I felt confused.

I gritted my teeth and my teeth trembled. I prayed in my heart, Ding Ge, that you must be fine.

Thinking about how upset Ding Ge was, my heart started to hurt as well.

After getting out of the car, I took the medicine and ran towards dinger's place.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

I was a little flustered. I didn't know if Ding Ge had the strength to open the door.

Fortunately, I could hear Ding Ge's footsteps, and my heart was in my throat, thumping.

Ding Ge opened the door and I saw her.

At this moment, Ding Ge bent slightly and looked very pale, obviously looking weak. But it doesn't look as serious as I thought. I remember a time when Ding Ge had gastroenteritis in the middle of the night, and he was vomiting and diarrhea all over.

But when I saw Ding Ge's haggard appearance, my heart still ached. I quickly said, "The medicine is back. Take it first."

Ding Ge nodded softly, her breath so weak.

I closed the door and quickly helped Ding Ge to sit on the sofa, and it was very difficult for Ding Ge to walk at such a few steps, as if he didn't have any strength.

I took a deep breath, took a cup of hot water from the water dispenser, poured it back and forth many times, and handed it to Ding Ge, then opened the medicine.

Ding Ge took the medicine and half lay on the sofa.

I looked at Ding Ge. Ding Ge was wearing a yellow coat, a pair of black tights, a pair of high heels, and Ding Ge's bag was still on the coffee table. I saw that Ding Ge was ready to go out. Naturally, she was going to watch a movie with me. It was probably due to a sudden gastroenteritis on the way out.

I took a blanket and covered her with it. At the same time, I took a small stool and sat beside her, "Did you vomit?"

"No."

"Did you have diarrhea?"

"No."

"How are you feeling now?"

"It's not that bad. It was just that bad."

"Shall we go to the hospital?" Although it doesn't look like a big deal, I'm still worried.

"No need." Ding Ge frowned and said softly, "It's not like you don't know about my illness. It will be all right in a while. And this time it's really not that bad. I didn't even throw up, and I didn't have diarrhea. I'll just rest for a while."

I couldn't help but sigh, but seeing Ding Ge's face and not being able to say anything to blame, I touched her forehead with my hand, still a little worried. I asked again, "Where did you put your thermometer? Take your temperature."

Ding Ge smiled bitterly and said helplessly, "It's not burning. I can feel it."

"Where's the thermometer?" I asked stubbornly.

Ding Ge sighed and said, "I remember one, but I don't know where it is. Look for it yourself."

So I started to look in drawers and drawers. I would take a look at all the places I could put things in. Fortunately, god didn't bother to find the thermometer.

Ding Ge looked a little surprised.

I shook the thermometer and handed it to Ding Ge.

Ding Ge reluctantly tucked it under his arm.

I sighed again and asked worriedly, "Why is your stomach not feeling well again? Don't you know how to take care of yourself?"

Since the breakup, Ding Ge has lived alone, and I have lived alone, so I know what it's like to live alone.

Lonely!

It was the most intense feeling. Every time it was quiet at night, the whole room became exceptionally quiet, strangely quiet, as if it could filter out all the sounds automatically. Staying in the room, loneliness seemed to become a magnified giant, surrounding us with a kind of indifference.

It felt like it was floating in the air, floating in the air, helpless, that feeling of not being able to hold anything, especially powerless and uncomfortable.

When I was alone, I thought about Ding Ge the most.

I can't help but wonder, how does Ding Ge live alone? Was she lying on the bed, staring at the wall, as I am now?

Would she miss me as much as I miss her?

Would she cook by herself and bring it to the table by herself?

Would she suddenly come home feeling depressed because there was no one around her?

Can she take good care of herself?

I keep thinking about everything about Ding Ge over and over again. I can't see her life. I can only imagine it.

I became worried about gain and loss, but I had already lost it. She would become very sensitive, like a psychopath, and Lin Ya had commented on me many times.

So when I saw that Ding Ge was sick, I hated myself for not being able to take care of her!

At the same time, those self-blame also poured in!

Ding Ge pinched his temples and smiled bitterly, "I don't know what's going on either. It's probably because I've been too busy these days. I've been working overtime a lot, and I'm not eating on time."

I think that's probably why Ding Ge didn't have time to go to the movies with me yesterday. I sighed again and said, "If you're tired, take two days off. If you're busy eating on time, how can you bear it with your stomach?"

"I'm taking a leave of absence today."

The corners of my mouth twitched. I asked for leave today, but I was sick today.

After a while, Ding Ge handed me the thermometer. I looked at it and then looked at Ding Ge. Ding Ge looked at me doubtfully and asked, "What's the temperature? Does it burn?"

"37 Degrees five, a little fever."

Ding Ge smiled and said, "Not really."

"It's not as comfortable as normal!" I glared at Ding Ge. What's wrong with him? No matter how strong he is, he's a sick cat.

I put the thermometer away, thought about it, and said to Ding Ge, "You lie here first. I'll go to the supermarket to buy some glutinous rice and make you some porridge."

"I don't want to eat." Ding Ge lay there, still in low spirits.

"Don't mess with your own body. Wait, I'll be back soon." Then I stood up.

Ding Ge suddenly got up and pulled me. I was afraid that she would feel uncomfortable, so I leaned closer to her and said, "All right, just be honest."

"I'm really not hungry now. Just let me lie down for a while." Dinger looked at me with a pair of gentle eyes, her eyes full of begging, and she said coquettishly, "Will you stay here with me for a while? I don't want to be alone."

Ding Ge's words made my heart throb.

I've had a fever before, and I know what it feels like. A person silently tasting the pain, no one around, feeling the whole world is gray.

"Okay?" Ding Ge whispered again.

I finally sighed and nodded, "Okay, then go to sleep. I'll stay here with you."

I asked again, "Are you sleeping here and back in bed?"

"I can do it here."

Ding Ge suddenly seemed to be happy, even the corners of his mouth slightly curved. With that, she closed her eyes and then opened them again. She looked at me and asked again, "You're not leaving, are you?"

My heart was filled with unspeakable sadness, and my nose was a little sore. I touched my face and replied, "I'm not leaving. You can sleep."

Ding Ge closed his eyes again.

I sat on the bench beside me and watched as Ding Ge's expression became calm. My heart finally calmed down.

I took out the two movie tickets I had just bought and felt somewhat helpless. Why is it so hard for me to watch a movie with Ding Ge? The first time Ding Ge's colleague gave her two tickets, I don't know who she saw it with. Now I have these two tickets, but they are invalid!

Why is it so unlucky?

The room became so quiet that I could hear Ding Ge's steady breathing clearly.

The corners of my mouth twitched slightly and a smile appeared on my face. Even after such a long break up, I still have a very familiar feeling about Ding Ge's breathing.

In the past, Ding Ge was the first one to fall asleep at night. Many times when I started to sleep, Ding Ge was already asleep. I would listen to her breathing rhythm and then get ready to sleep.

I looked at dinger. She was asleep. I could look at her without fear, at that beautiful face.