Lin Yi wakes up with a sweat on his head, and the severe pain in his stomach is still there.

She thought it was a dream. It really hurt.

The pain was like a knife stirring in her stomach. She covered her stomach with her hands, curled up, and her back was sweating.

Reach for the light switch and the room lights up.

She felt that she needed a cup of hot water urgently now. She pressed her abdomen with one hand, supported her bed with the other hand, and tried to get up.

Several times, the body just propped up a little and powerless to lie down.

How could It's so painful. It's just as painful as when I was a little fish.

She tried several times again, but still couldn't get up. She gave up. She lay on the bed and gasped. She felt that her mouth would suffocate if she took a sip.

The broken hair in front of the forehead is already sweaty and wet. It's stuck on the face.

What to do?

What a pain!

"Lin means nothing."

Lin Yi's consciousness of shallow pain has been blurred, and the familiar voice is calling her in her ear.

Can't tell if it's an illusion or a reality. She can't help but hook her lips. "Think deeply, you villain."

Why is it still in her dream.

Thinking deeply, I heard the scolding voice of the little woman in my arms. My heart was tight. I didn't know how to relieve her pain. I could only nod and obey her, "yes, I'm a bad guy."

Their movements shocked the other room, who was still playing games.

Gu Nianjia opens the door and sees Lin Yi, who is holding in her deep arms, pale and sweaty. She is also nervous. "What's wrong with her?"

She was helpless to keep up with the thought.

"You're going to drive now," he said to her with a deep command

"Oh."

Gu Nianjia nodded, hurriedly ran down, casually took a car key, went to the garage and drove a car out.

She had never encountered such an emergency, and she was listening to the thoughtful command all the time.

Came to the nearest private hospital.

After thinking deeply, the Dean was shocked. The authoritative chief physician of gastroenterology department was called in the dormitory to see Lin yishallow.

Lin Yi's half comatose state of shallow pain was relieved by a painkiller injection, and her consciousness gradually recovered.

Opening her eyes, she found herself lying on the bed of the hospital, beside which stood a pile of doctors in white coats, and Think deeply.

Her face was suddenly cold.

Just close your eyes.

When the doctor saw her awake, he began to ask her, "Mrs. Gu, what did you eat in the evening?"

Lin yishallow heard the name "Mrs. Gu" and thought it was ironic. She didn't respond.

The chief physician in his fifties repeated patiently, "Mrs. Gu?"

Lin Yi shallow did not open his eyes, coldly replied: "vegetables and soup."

The doctor then asked, "how much did you eat?"

Lin yishallow knew that the doctor had already known that she had eaten too much.

Now that I know, why ask her?

She remained silent.

The doctor's voice went on, "you've eaten too much, and your stomach is full, you know?"

Lin yishallow: "..."

The old man, in front of so many people, has to say it.

What?

Thinking deeply of what the doctor said to Lin Yi, he raised his eyebrows incredulously, "do you mean she has eaten too much?"

The doctor nodded definitely, "yes, the B-ultrasound of her stomach showed that she had accumulated too much food in her stomach, which should be caused by sudden overeating."