Walking to the door of the room, Fu Yanlin pressed the doorbell.
But for a long time, Wen Sheng didn't come to open the door.
Just when Fu Yanlin was getting angry and was about to press the doorbell again, the door suddenly opened a crack, revealing light. Wen Sheng poked his head out, his beautiful eyebrows were furrowed, his face was pale, and his head was covered with sweat.
Fu Yanlin opened the door and supported her, "What's wrong?"
Wen Sheng grabbed his arm, whimpered and frowned, "My stomach hurts..."
Fu Yanlin immediately picked up Wen Sheng and returned to the bedside, brushing away her sweat-soaked hair. He saw her face was pale and her voice was deep, "Can you hold on for a while? I'll take you to the hospital."
Wen Sheng lowered her long eyelashes and nodded.
The next second, Wen Sheng's stomach couldn't help but feel turbulent. The bloated gas surged up into his throat and he vomited it out.
Fu Yanlin had no intention of avoiding him, and Wen Sheng vomited all over him. The scene was horrific.
Wen Sheng raised his head to look at Fu Yanlin, his moist eyes flushed red, and he said uncomfortably, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...I..."
Before she finished speaking, Wen Sheng felt like vomiting again. Fu Yanlin quickly took the trash can and put it in front of her for her convenience, and then gently patted her back to calm her down.
Wen Sheng felt like she was about to vomit out her entire stomach. Her throat was sour and spicy, like needles pricking her body, which was particularly uncomfortable.
Fu Yanlin opened a bottle of water and handed it to her, helped her drink water to moisten her throat, and asked, "Can you hold on? I'll take you to the hospital."
Wen Sheng nodded, then immediately shook his head, and lowered his voice guiltily, "I'm not going to the hospital. Meituan bought the medicine, it should be there soon."
Fu Yanlin didn't know why she refused to go to the hospital, but insisted, "I have to go."
After saying that, he didn't give Wen Sheng a chance to refute. He quickly found his coat, wrapped it up, picked him up and rushed to the elevator.
Wen Sheng grabbed the clothes on his chest and wanted to be stubborn, but the swaying steps made her want to vomit. She felt that she could never vomit all over him again, so she put all her energy into restraining her urge to vomit.<
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The hotel called a taxi. Fu Yanlin carried Wen Sheng into the car, put her in his arms, and stroked the top of her head, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Wen Sheng covered her stomach, her little face wrinkled up because of the pain, and her voice was soft and weak, "Aren't you angry and left?"
"I'm not angry." Fu Yanlin pushed away her sweat-soaked hair. He was still angry. He even used a coaxing tone to cover up the fact that he ran away in anger, "I went downstairs to buy cigarettes.
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Wen Sheng hummed.
Although she knew he had lied, she didn't want to break the casserole and went down the steps without embarrassing anyone.
Fu Yanlin had an order on his face, "Lean on me and stop talking. We will be at the hospital soon."
Wen Sheng was held in his arms. He smelled of oud and smoke.
At that moment, Wen Sheng felt at ease and the smell of cigarette was not so annoying.
After about twenty minutes of touching, Fu Yanlin took Wen Sheng to the night emergency room.
There were quite a lot of people in the emergency room at night. Fu Yanlin put Wen Sheng on a mobile hospital bed and called the nurse to arrange an examination for her.
The nurse asked for information as usual, "What is your name and age?"
Fu Yan replied, "Wen Sheng."
"Which one is smelling, which one is sheng?"
Fu Yanlin opened his mouth and said, "'The bright moon reflects the sparse tung trees, and the sound of the sheng is heard in the late night.'"
The nurse couldn't help but glance at the cold-faced man in front of her, and felt inexplicably that the poem read from his mouth was a little romantic and gentle.
Fu Yanlin's eyes met hers, cold and piercing, as if urging her.
The nurse quickly calmed down and asked, "Age? By the way, do you know her blood type?"
"26 years old, blood type O."
"Drug allergies and major medical history?"
"Penicillin allergy."
Wen Sheng was still conscious at this moment, and her heart trembled when she heard Fu Yan Linruliu answered his message, especially when he told the origin of his name.
She rarely mentioned the origin of her name to others, so how did Fu Yanlin know about it?
Also, he even knows her drug allergies well.
But her stomach hurt so much - she soon forgot about it and was tortured to death by the overwhelming stomach pain.
The nurse pressed Wen Sheng's stomach, and Wen Sheng cried out in pain. Her pale little face twisted into a ball, and tears fell down her face. She was so miserable that she couldn't bear to gamble.
Fu Yan frowned and gave the nurse a cold sideways glance, "Can you be gentler?"
The nurse glanced at Fu Yanlin awkwardly. Seeing his cold expression and a little fear, she whispered, "This is just a routine examination. The pain is normal - don't worry."
"Which of your eyes sees that I'm worried?" Fu Yanlin frowned, his tone was very tight, "Call the doctor to check."
The nurse looked at Fu Yanlin in bewilderment and thought, are you worried about this? You almost ate someone!
But he is so fierce, how dare the nurse say anything? Arrangements were made to push Wen Sheng to the consulting room.
Wen Sheng was in a daze from pain, and all she knew was that she was being held by a warm hand, and someone was stroking her hair from time to time, comforting her, "A Sheng, don't be afraid."
The fragility in Wen Sheng's heart broke. She remembered her father Wen Tingshu. When she was sick when she was a child, his father would stay by her side like this, holding her hand, stroking the top of her head, and saying softly over and over again, "A Sheng,
Don't be afraid."
Wen Sheng burst into tears. Looking at the vague and loud voice in front of him, he choked and muttered, "Dad..."
After her father left, Wen Sheng lived alone. Even though Zhu Qingjia accompanied her in every possible way, there were still places where her warmth could not reach. In that place, Wen Sheng never announced her relationship to anyone. Only when she was silent in the long night, she would reveal it on her own.
Go see it, cry, and miss it.
Fu Yanlin was stimulated by her sobs with complicated emotions.
He suddenly realized that he didn't seem to understand Wen Sheng at all.
He just thought he knew it well.
Fu Yanlin frowned, squeezed Wen Sheng's sweaty hand again, and said slowly, "A Sheng, I'm here."
Wen Sheng's tears fell from the corners of her eyes, soaking her long and thick eyelashes. She was so pitiful, and her choked voice was aggrieved and pitiful, "Dad... I don't want to go to the hospital."
Fu Yanlin felt very upset and felt very uncomfortable in his throat.
He didn't understand why Wen Sheng refused to come to the hospital.