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Wen Shan glanced at Nalan Chunbo when he fell silent and realized he was pale and sweating profusely.
Nalan Chunbo had pulled over to the road shoulder. It was too dangerous to continue driving.
“Hey… are you okay?” Wen Shan asked worriedly, looking at Nalan Chunbo who was resting his head on the steering wheel. She opened the glove compartment when Nalan Chunbo pointed at it, and saw the medicine for gastric pain that she had bought for him the other day.
Wen Shan took the medicine and her water bottle from her bag. She took out the pills and the water and placed her palm beside Nalan Chunbo’s mouth carefully.
The pain did not subside even after Nalan Chunbo took the medicine, but he felt his lips brush against Wen Shan’s palm.
Wen Shan looked at Nalan Chunbo who was looking at her, his face pale from the intense pain.
“Don’t worry,” Nalan Chunbo rasped, his voice weak. His vulnerability made Wen Shan feel sorry for him. “I will rest for a while then send you back.”
“Rest for a while? How are you supposed to drive in this condition?” Wen Shan asked worriedly as she opened the car door and got down from the car. Nalan Chunbo was worried about Wen Shen leaving him, but then his car door opened.
Nalan Chunbo was gently helped out of the driver’s seat and into the backseat by Wen Shan. When he was comfortable, she got into the driver’s seat and started the car.
Wen Shan didn’t say a word since she took over the wheel, her expression troubled.
Nalan Chunbo lay down in the backseat as Wen Shan drove. He was too weak to even ask where they were headed to.
Wen Shan drove to the hospital nearest to them. The medicine kicked in, and Nalan Chunbo felt much better by the time they arrived at the hospital.
Wen Shan still insisted that he see a gastroenterologist and dragged him into the hospital.
Wen Shan blamed herself for this. She knew very well that Nalan Chunbo had an upset stomach after the drinking session earlier but she made him eat spicy food anyway.
Wen Shan stood beside the doctor nervously as he took an abdominal x-ray of Nalan Chunbo. Nalan Chunbo was actually feeling much better after all the hassle.
“Weak stomach lining and serious gastritis. It would be best if you avoid certain foods,” said the doctor who could smell hotpot on the two of them, “especially oily and spicy foods like hotpot. It would be best if you don’t eat foods like that at all.”
Wen Shan stood beside the doctor with her head lowered.
Nalan Chunbo reached out to hold Wen Shan’s wrist to comfort her. Not wanting to tire Nalan Chunbo, Wen Shan quickly took the prescription form from the doctor and rushed out to make the payment.
Nalan Chunbo sat down on the sofa at the lobby and watched Wen Shan at the counter, remembering how she did the same for her classmate back then.
Time had passed so fast that winter was almost upon them as October ended.
Wen Shan approached Nalan Chunbo with a bag of medicine in her hand, her head lowered like a child who had made a mistake.
“Looks like having gastric pain is not that bad after all. Did you feel sorry for me?”
“Why would I? Are you out of your mind, Nalan Chunbo? Why didn’t you say that you couldn’t eat spicy food?” Wen Shan threw the bag of medicine at Nalan Chunbo and ran away.
A bunch of different medicines fell out of the bag onto him.
