Yan Qi was so angry that she didn't want to pay attention to Gu Qinghan and turned to leave.
But Gu Qinghan grabbed his sleeve.
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 to do it.
I just feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach and wanted to ask you if there is anything you can do."
Hearing this, Yan Qi immediately became worried.
He clasped Gu Qinghan's wrist with his backhand, pressed his index finger, middle finger and ring finger on his pulse, and checked it carefully for a while.
Then he asked in detail: "Where exactly do you feel uncomfortable? How long have you been feeling uncomfortable?"
Gu Qinghan lowered his eyes, the corners of his eyes drooped, looking innocent and pitiful.
He rarely looks like this, most of the time he is fierce and forceful, with a condescending kingly demeanor.
Yan Qi felt a little soft-hearted inexplicably, and sighed: "Don't hold it in, just tell me if you don't feel well."
Hearing this, Gu Qinghan was very surprised and a little uncomfortable, "Will it trouble you? It's not a big deal actually. It hurts a little. I'll just bear with it and it'll be fine."
As a doctor, Yan Qi couldn't bear to hear the word "tolerance".
If you are sick, you will be treated. How can you endure it?
"Don't tolerate it. If you tolerate anything, just say it if you feel uncomfortable. If you are sick, you should see it in time."
"Really?" Gu Qinghan was a little dazed, and then smiled shyly at Yan Qi: "I'm sorry, I've made it a habit.
When I was young, whenever I got sick and felt unwell, my adoptive mother would find me troublesome and scold me for being a drag.
I still remember one year when I had a cold and kept coughing all night. My adoptive mother hated me for disturbing her sleep.
He kicked me out of the door and told me to go outside to cough.
In my mind, getting sick has always been a shameful thing, so I got used to enduring it."
Listening to Gu Qinghan's words, a withered and thin little boy seemed to appear in front of Yan Qi's eyes, with his waist bent and coughing lowly in the cold wind.
"That's too much!" Yan Qi frowned.
This adoptive mother is really vicious, as good as 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 before. No one will dislike you. Being sick is not a shameful thing.
If you feel uncomfortable, don't bear it. If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me."
"Yes." Gu Qinghan nodded, his eyes seemed to be shining, and he looked at Yan Qi: "Thank you for telling me this, Yan Qi, you are so kind."
This man is so handsome. When he looks at people with his bright eyes, he can attract them.
Yan Qi shook his head.
After regaining consciousness, quickly look away and tell yourself that form is emptiness.
She cleared her throat and calmed down: "The topic is too far gone, 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 in this position."
Gu Qinghan put his hand on his stomach, and then moved it downward: "After taking the medicine, this position also started to hurt."
Yan Qi quickly judged: "The broken glass probably hurt the stomach, and now it has moved into the intestines.
Dahan, don't lie down, stand up and walk around to promote intestinal peristalsis."
"Yeah." Gu Qinghan stood up and walked around the bed.
Then he looked back at Yan Qi: "Can I take a walk?"
Yan Qi was speechless. This man was too lazy. He said coldly: "No, I have to keep walking."
Gu Qinghan lowered his eyes and walked away obediently as Yan Qi said, but his expression was obviously perfunctory.
Yan Qi was afraid that he would go away, so he stopped and hummed: "Don't be lazy, I will be here to watch you."