Yan Qi was so angry that he didn't want to pay attention to Gu Qinghan, so he turned around and wanted to leave.
But Gu Qinghan pulled his sleeves.
Yan Qi frowned.
Seeing this, Gu Qinghan quickly let go of her and apologized with a white face: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it.
I just feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach, and I want to ask if there is any way to do it."
Upon hearing this, Yan Qi immediately became worried.
He held Gu Qinghan's wrist with his backhand, pressed his index, middle finger and ring finger on his pulse, and carefully examined for a while.
He asked in detail: "Where is it uncomfortable? How long has it been uncomfortable?"
Gu Qinghan lowered his eyes, his eyes drooped, looking innocent and pitiful.
He rarely looks like this, and he is fierce and powerful most of the time, with a condescending kingly demeanor.
Yan Qi was a little soft-hearted and sighed: "Don't bear it, just tell me if you feel uncomfortable."
Hearing this sentence, Gu Qinghan was very surprised and a little uncomfortable, "Will you bother you? Actually, it's nothing big, it hurts a little, I'll just endure it."
As a doctor, Yan Qi cannot bear the word "tolerance" the most.
How can I bear to treat it if I have an illness?
"Don't bear it, if you endure something, just say it if you feel sick, you should see it in time."
"Is that true?" Gu Qinghan was a little dazed, and then smiled shyly at Yan Qi: "I'm sorry, I've developed a habit.
When I was young, once I got sick and felt uncomfortable, my adoptive mother would think I was in trouble and call me a burden.
I still remember one year when I caught a cold and kept coughing at night. My adoptive mother disliked me and quarreled her until she slept.
He kicked me out of the door and asked me to go outside to cough.
In my impression, getting sick has always been a shameful thing, so I got used to enduring."
Listening to Gu Qinghan's words, there seemed to be a dry and thin little boy in front of Yan Qi, hunched over and coughing softly in the cold wind.
"It's too much!" Yan Qi frowned.
This adoptive mother is really vicious, just like Huang Suzhen.
"Gu Qinghan." Yan Qi looked at Gu Qinghan and said in a serious tone: "You are no longer the helpless little boy you were. No one will dislike you. Being sick is not a shameful thing.
You are feeling uncomfortable, don’t bear it. If you feel uncomfortable, please tell me."
"Yeah." Gu Qinghan nodded, and his eyes seemed to have a flash, looking at Yan Qi burntly: "Thank you for telling me this, Yan Qi, you are so nice."
This man is so handsome, and when he looks at people with bright eyes, he can suck the other person in.
Yan Qi shook his mind.
After returning to his senses, he quickly turned his eyes away and told himself that color is emptiness.
She cleared her throat and calmed down: "The topic is too far, tell me quickly.
When did it start to hurt, and where exactly did it hurt?”
Gu Qinghan was very obedient and replied in a low voice: "It started to hurt when I went to the hospital. It's this location."
Gu Qinghan pressed his hand on his stomach and then moved it downwards: "After taking the medicine, this position also began to hurt."
Yan Qi quickly judged: "It must be that the broken glass has damaged the stomach, and now it has moved to the intestines.
Dahan, don’t lie down, stand up and walk around to promote intestinal peristalsis.”
"Yes." Gu Qinghan stood up and walked around the bed.
Then he looked back at Yan Qi: "Is it okay to walk around?"
Yan Qi was speechless. The man was too lazy and said coldly: "No, I have to keep walking."
Gu Qinghan lowered his eyes and left obediently as Yan Qi said, but his expression was obviously perfunctory.
Yan Qi was afraid that he would walk away by himself, so he stopped and hummed: "Don't be lazy, I'll watch you here."