Dr. Feng was used to Chang Mian's temper. He checked the red wine later and found that the entire bottle of red wine had been used up, but there was still a little bit left in the cup.
After fifteen minutes of simple testing, it was confirmed that there was nothing wrong with the red wine, and he concluded: "This red wine may not be suitable for drinking. Miss Xin has acute gastroenteritis caused by eating something that is irritating to the stomach. I prescribed it to her."
Take metoclopramide orally three times a day. Do not eat spicy food for 24 hours and drink more water. Her condition is not very serious. She can stay in bed for more and it will be fine."
Chang Shang bit her teeth secretly, her face was bloodless, and she lay there depressed.
No one was as unlucky as her. She had diarrhea even after drinking some red wine, and she didn't drink much at all. She just took a few sips to play with her emotions, and ended up vomiting and defecating in a tragic way?
When did her intestines and stomach become so delicate?
Dr. Feng was invited out, but did not leave for the time being. Chang Mian asked someone to arrange for him to stay on the ship in case something happened to Chang Shang in the middle of the night.
When she and Chang Mian were the only two people left in the room, Chang Mian walked to the bed, carefully looked at the depressed expression on her face with a pair of black eyes, and suddenly burst out laughing.
He pinched her cheek cynically: "This is called making your own mistakes."
"Did something happen?"
Chang Shang opened her face and gave Chang Mian a white look. She weakly hugged the pillow and turned over without looking at the man who was gloating about his misfortune.
Chang Mian looked at the back of Chang Shang's head and blamed himself slightly for a minute, but he still couldn't help but laugh.
"Don't laugh." Suddenly the docile little pet yelled frantically.
Chang Mian suppressed a smile: "Okay, okay, don't laugh, you are the biggest today."
"Don't laugh in your heart!"
"Not smiling." Pfft...
Chang Shang turned over: "Did you say that I won the lottery tonight? You said that there will be a lot of advertisements for the lottery? Is this true?"
The smile on Chang Mian's face did not go away, and the woman who turned over fell into his eyes. Her mouth was raised, but she still looked at him expectantly.
Chang Mian thought for a while: "I don't know..."
Anyone who dares to let his people shoot commercials is almost tired of living.
Nowadays, those who shoot commercials, especially in studios, don’t know how many perverts they will encounter.
Moreover, how could he, Chang Mian, let his woman appear on a large advertisement and let other men treat her as an object of lust?
Being able to let her film is already a great gift.
However, Chang Mian will not tell her this. Let her figure it out on her own!
Chang Shang tilted her head and looked at the ceiling: "I think I stood out tonight. Many people will definitely ask me to shoot commercials in the future. Humph, I fell asleep!"
Then, turn over again.
With his mind full of fantasies, he fell into deep thought.
Under the dim light, he took his mobile phone and checked the time. It was still an hour before 12 o'clock. In fact, he had prepared a program, but seeing her weak look, Chang Mian turned off the light and stood next to her.
Lying down, he turned her over, lowered his head, and kissed her forehead.
In the second half of the night, he fell into a drowsy sleep, feeling empty around him. He stretched out his hand to touch for a long time, and found her small body curled up beside the bed. Chang Mian gently pulled her to his side, offering comfort to the person next to him.
Tucked in the quilt.
In the hazy state, her breathing was steady and she had no adverse physical reactions.