President, please spoil me!

Chapter 228 "Why did he have a stomach attack? I haven't seen him have a stomachache for s

She first heard rapid and disordered breathing, as well as a very low and very broken moan from her throat that was moaning and restrained. After waking up in a daze, she found the man who locked her to sleep before going to bed. He didn't hold her.

He appeared to be curled up.

She froze for a moment, then woke up, "What's wrong with you?"

A hoarse and indistinct voice with a nasal tone and low panting sounded, "It's all right."

Xing Hao hurriedly got up, touched the switch and turned on the light, and she saw that the man's body was bent, he was lying on his side, his eyes were not suitable for the sudden light, she squinted for a while before realizing the man His face was pale, his forehead and the sides of his temples were covered with dense cold sweat, and there was even a glint of water under the lamp.

"What's wrong with you?" At first, Xing Hua thought that his injury had suddenly flared up somewhere, and only after he lifted the quilt did he think, he pressed one hand on the upper left side of his abdomen, and she immediately realized, "Are you... ...Does your stomach hurt?"

He didn't eat all day today, neither did he eat at noon or night yesterday... She actually didn't know if he had eaten in the morning.

Got a stomach bug?

Or was there a stomach bug...and now it's happening?

Xing Hua panicked all of a sudden, this man looked so healthy, she had never associated him with stomach problems.

"It's okay..." He was obviously in severe pain. When the stomach attack occurred, anyone would be so painful that he couldn't straighten his back. When he spoke, he was breathless, and he didn't even open his eyes. "Go to the living room and get the medicine box... ...see if there is stomach medicine in it."

"Oh... wait, wait..." Xing Hua panicked, threw off the quilt and got out of bed in a hurry, put on her slippers and was about to go out the door.

The hallway lights stay on all night.

At this time, not to mention the bodyguards and servants in Blue Water Bay, probably the whole city is still sleeping soundly.

Xing Hao's footsteps running towards the stairs suddenly slowed down, and even stopped.

Her hands were still on the wall, just standing still.

The corridor is very long, the light is soft, and the soft light is generally not too bright.

The woman was wearing pajamas, and her thin and slender figure was stretched very long.

The world is silent at night.

Xing Hua could clearly hear her own breathing, as well as her heartbeat, which was not calm at all.

1 minute?Or less than 1 minute.

There was a voice in my head.

[Why are you standing? 】

【What are you thinking? 】

[Go and get the medicine quickly, and then call an ambulance. 】

【hurry up. 】

Her hand on the wall had already clenched into a fist, but she remained motionless.

The heart was beating faster and faster, like beating a drum, and it was beating harder and harder.

In the quiet corridor, the voice became more and more irritable.

The beautiful but cold face suddenly approached her eyes, and the black hair was particularly distinct under the soft light.

Four eyes facing each other.

The eyes under the short black hair are black and white, without any impurities or temperature.

"What do you want to do?" The voice was soft but cold.

"You are really interesting. How can you get rid of a man with a soft heart? While caring about him urgently, at the same time pretending to leave him, that's called bad flirting and fun. You can't beat him, and you can't fight with power. My heart is not as cruel as his, how can I leave?"

His brows and eyes, which were as cold as ancient paintings, remained motionless.

There is neither any waves nor thoughts.

Still repeating, "Call an ambulance, then get your medicine."

"I don't want it. It's just a stomach problem. It won't kill you from pain or illness. It's not stomach cancer..."

That bit of coldness is even colder, as if it can condense frost.

Xing Hao smiled, "Your ability to bear it is too poor, stomach attack is really nothing but pain..."

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At three o'clock in the middle of the night, when Tang Yan received a call and rushed to the hospital, the doctor had already checked and the patient was receiving intravenous injections.

As soon as he opened the door and entered, he heard the doctor in a white coat sigh and say sternly, "Mrs. Huo, your husband has a history of stomach problems, and the stomach is much weaker than ordinary people. It is especially important to maintain a regular diet for a long time. Overeating or excessive hunger It will cause a stomach attack...how can you be so self-willed and not eat for several days?"

The woman in the gray coat bowed her head and said nothing, appearing to be quietly listening to the training.

Tang Yan strode over, glanced at the sleeping man on the bed, frowned and asked, "Doctor, how is he?"

"The situation has stabilized for the time being... I have to rest for a few more days after being on an IV drip. It's fine. Don't drink alcohol or other stimulating drinks during this period, and eat three meals on time."

He breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded expressionlessly, "Okay."

The doctor ordered a few more words, and then took the nurse out.

Huo Sicheng was still in a coma, his face was pale, and he looked extremely weak.

Xing Hua lowered her head.

Tang Yan asked coldly, "Why did he suddenly have a stomach attack? I haven't seen him have a stomachache for several years."

"No...didn't eat."

"What do you mean you didn't eat?"

The woman's voice was very low, "I haven't eaten for two days."

Not eating for two days?

"why?"

She lowered her head and said nothing more.

Tang Yan glanced at her hand, which was still wrapped in white gauze, and didn't expect to have any direct relationship with her, so she stopped asking.

As soon as he turned around and was about to walk to the bed, he heard a woman's voice asking him, "Does...have a stomach problem?"

"Didn't the doctor tell you just now that you are deaf?"

"For...why?"

"Why?" Tang Yan turned around, put one hand into his trouser pocket, and said indifferently and mockingly, "Why do you say? Besides you, what else can it be for?"

She seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and then said nothing.

Tang Yan didn't even look at her, and went straight to the side, pulled out the chair and sat down.

Xing Hua watched them for a while, then walked to the sofa on the other side and sat down slowly.

The night was quiet again.

VIP advanced wards are naturally single-person.

No one spoke, and the sound of pooping and breathing dissipated in the air.

It seems that there is a sound of dripping water in the infusion tube, like a second being slowed down.

The woman sitting on the sofa first looked at the sleepy man on the hospital bed, the side face of which was vaguely distant.

After watching for an unknown amount of time, she lowered her head again and looked at the palm of her left hand.

The scar that was seen scratched inside seemed to have formed a thin scab.

She had an inexplicable and strong desire, if she folded her palm... would it split open again?

Tried a few times, but finally gave up.

She slowly covered her face with her hands, bent down and buried herself in her thighs.

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Eight in the morning.

After receiving Tang Yan's text message, Shen Huainan, who had brought some porridge from home, knocked on the door and came in. It just so happened that the sound "woke up" Huo Sicheng who had been sleeping all along.