"There is nothing wrong with these. It seems that I have a bad stomach!" Dr. Chen said while prescribing a prescription.
"What have you eaten today?" Fu Haoran let Han Ningmeng lean into his arms and looked at her with a distressed look on his face.
"I didn't eat anything special. What I ate was the same as Lin Shishi and the others, except for the things I went to Jinsheng to eat with you!" Han Ningmeng replied weakly.
"Come, drink a glass of water first!" Dr. Chen considerately poured a glass of water and handed it to Han Ningmeng.
"Thank you!" The weak Han Ningmeng still knew how to be polite, and then drank the glass of water!
"Then did they have diarrhea?" Fu Haoran's eyes tightened, letting out an icy chill.
Han Ningmeng shook her head feebly: "No!"
"Okay, there's no big problem. I'm just a little dehydrated. Let's get an IV drip!" Doctor Chen handed the list to Fu Haoran.
"Well, okay!" After Fu Haoran finished speaking, he went out, arranged to be admitted to the best hospital in the hospital, and then waited for the nurse to come and give him an intravenous drip.
When the drip was hung up, it was already a little bright!
"As long as I'm here, you can go back first!" Fu Haoran took a long breath, looking at Han Ningmeng who looked haggard, his heart tightened slightly again, and he felt a little deep pain.
"Then let's go back first!" Wu Mingming nodded weakly. After a hard night, they were tired. They were terribly tired. They all felt a little top-heavy and had to go back to rest quickly.
"Ningmeng, let's go back first. You can recuperate here with peace of mind, and we will ask for leave for you!" Hu Jiajia patted Han Ningmeng's hand gently and said.
Han Ningmeng nodded slightly and replied weakly: "Yes!"
"Then let's go first!" After Lin Shishi finished speaking, the three of them left like this!
After Lin Shishi and the other three left, Fu Haoran closed the door, pulled up a chair and sat beside Han Ningmeng's bed, looked at her tenderly, and asked distressedly: "How are you? Does your stomach still hurt?"
Han Ningmeng nodded slightly: "Yes!"
When people are sick, they are the most vulnerable and need someone to be with them to care for and love them.
"I'll find someone to get you two hot water bottles. You can hold your stomach. It might be a little better this way. Besides, I'm already adding salt water to you. It won't hurt soon!" Fu Haoran's voice was distressed and gentle.
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"Yeah!" Han Ningmeng still just nodded weakly.
"Then I'll go out for a while and I'll be back soon!" Fu Haoran said softly and left. When he got outside, he quickly got two hot water bottles. When he entered the ward, Han Ningmeng was already asleep!
Fu Haoran sat down, carefully put the hot water bottle into the quilt, covered Han Ningmeng's belly, and then stared closely at her pale and weak face!
He gently traced her cheek with his fingers and sighed slightly: "What a child, you don't know how to take care of yourself at all! Why didn't you know to call me when your stomach started to hurt? Is it true?
Are you going to have no contact with me forever?"
When Fu Haoran said this, his tone was full of affection and distress, and his eyes were full of tenderness and love.
Last night, Fu Haoran didn't fall asleep until early in the morning. As a result, he was woken up by a phone call not long after he slept. After waking up, he was busy with this and that, and now he was exhausted.