Afraid that Qiao Simu would eat too much, Fu Zhuochen ate all the self-heating hot pot that he didn't like.
After eating, Qiao Simu burped with satisfaction and licked her lips.
It tastes really good, but the quantity is a bit too little. If I could...
Qiao Simu's eyes couldn't help but fall on Fu Zhuochen...the self-heating hot pot in front of him.
When she saw that he had actually finished eating, Qiao Simu couldn't help being surprised, "Good-looking brother..." Brother...
Before he finished speaking, through the faint light in the room, he could see that something was wrong with Fu Zhuochen's appearance.
"Good-looking brother, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Qiao Simu asked quickly.
"I'm fine." Fu Zhuochen's face turned slightly pale, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, Fu Zhuochen started looking for the bathroom.
However, the storage room was not only large, but also had a very complicated layout. In addition, the light was dim, so Fu Zhuochen was not able to find where the bathroom was for a while.
He still had to have Qiao Simu kindly point him the way.
After a while, Fu Zhuochen reluctantly came out of the bathroom.
Qiao Simu stepped forward and asked, "Brother Haokan, are you really okay?"
"without……"
After saying one word, Fu Zhuochen immediately entered the bathroom again.
Qiao Simu: "..."
Is his intestines and stomach that weak?
Not just an ordinary self-heating pot.
It's just a little spicy...
Shaking her head helplessly, Qiao Simu began to look for medicine in the storage room that could cure diarrhea.
After searching and searching, I couldn't find any ready-made medicine, so I had to give him temporary medicine.
However, when the medicine was halfway dispensed, Qiao Simu, who still had half a stick of herbal medicine in her hand, heard the sound of the door opening coming from the bathroom, and was stunned for a moment.
Then he realized what he was doing, quickly dropped the herbs in his hand, and quickly came to the door of the bathroom.
This time Fu Zhuochen came out, feeling two points weaker.
"Mu Mu..." Fu Zhuochen put his hand on Qiao Simu's.
Fu Zhuochen said weakly: "You should listen to Ma Zhang from now on. This kind of junk food cannot be eaten. It is not... good for the body..."
Before he could say the last word, Fu Zhuochen's expression changed and he entered the bathroom again.
Seeing Fu Zhuochen's appearance, Qiao Simu felt a pain in her butt for him.
Quickly prepare the medicine for him.
When Fu Zhuochen came out of the bathroom again, Qiao Simu immediately supported him, shook the medicine in his hand, and said to him with a smile: "Good-looking brother! Look what I found?!"
Fu Zhuochen followed the sound and saw the potion in Qiao Simu's hand. He frowned and asked, "What is it?"
"Look!" Qiao Simu turned the label over to Fu Zhuochen to see.
Fu Zhuochen looked at it carefully and saw the words "Cure Diarrhea" clearly written on the label.
The font is vigorous and powerful, and very atmospheric.
only……
This looks like...
Why does it look like it was just written?
and……
Are the drugs in this laboratory named so casually?
"Good-looking brother! Do you want to give it a try?" Qiao Simu asked quickly.
Fu Zhuochen shook his head: "The medicine here cannot be tampered with, let alone tested."
"But it says it is used to treat diarrhea." Qiao Simu said.
She was just afraid that such a situation would happen. Fu Zhuochen didn't believe that this medicine could cure his current situation, so he wrote a few words specifically.
"If you look at the other medicines here, they don't have any description of what they are used for, but this one does. Maybe it's just a trick to confuse your vision."
Seeing that Fu Zhuochen was about to collapse and die, he still had the energy to analyze so much.
Qiao Simu looked at the ceiling speechlessly.
"Then...can I pour some water for my handsome brother?" Qiao Simu could only think of another way.
"Yeah." Fu Zhuochen nodded weakly.
Qiao Simu poured the medicine into the water while pouring water for Fu Zhuochen.
Fu Zhuochen took a sip and frowned.
Why does this water taste a little strange?
Seeing the doubt on Fu Zhuochen's face, Qiao Simu couldn't help but tighten his fists. He really wanted to knock this man out and drink the medicine into him!
A grown man can still be so coquettish after taking medicine.
"This water..."
"It tastes delicious." Qiao Simu picked up the other glass of water and drank it in one gulp without any hesitation, and it was so fast that Fu Zhuochen had no time to stop him.
"you……"
Qiao Simu said to Fu Zhuochen very seriously: "Brother, Zhang Ma said, if you feel uncomfortable, you should drink more water. Drinking more water will make you feel better. Children are more obedient than you."
At Qiao Simu's insistence, Fu Zhuochen could only drink the glass of water.
Unexpectedly, after drinking this water, my stomach really didn’t feel so uncomfortable.
Because he had severe diarrhea just now and exhausted his physical strength, Fu Zhuochen slowly fell asleep.
Qiao Simu took this moment to check Fu Zhuochen's pulse and confirmed that his physical condition had recovered a lot before he breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, he moved him to the rest room in the storage room with great effort, adjusted him to a more comfortable position, and then collapsed on the ground.
Is this man a pig?
Why is it so heavy?!
He took a long breath and looked at Fu Zhuochen again, only to see that his eyebrows, which had been relaxed for a while, were wrinkled again, and his hands involuntarily covered his stomach.
Qiao Simu checked it carefully again and realized belatedly that this man's stomach was weaker than she thought.
He couldn't care about anything else and could only quickly give him medicine to relieve his pain.
After preparing the medicine, how to feed him was a big problem.
There was no electricity in the dispensing room, so she could only grind the medicine into powder, soak it in water and give it to him.
Looking at Fu Zhuochen lying on the bed, Qiao Simu just put the potion on the bedside table, sat on the bed, and slowly helped him up with difficulty, letting him lean on her.
When Qiao Simu brought the medicine to Fu Zhuochen's mouth, Fu Zhuochen turned his head away and murmured resistingly: "Don't take the medicine, don't take the medicine."
Qiao Simu really didn't expect such a childish side.
He took a deep breath and coaxed patiently: "Be good, you will get better after taking medicine."
"I'm fine, I don't take medicine, I'm suffering..."
Qiao Simu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and continued to coax: "Don't worry, this medicine is not bitter, not at all, and you won't feel any pain after taking the medicine."
It was probably Qiao Simu's words that made Fu Zhuochen listen. When Qiao Simu gave Fu Zhuochen medicine again, Fu Zhuochen finally didn't resist so much.
However, Qiao Simu underestimated Fu Zhuochen's subconscious resistance to medicine.
After one gulp, Fu Zhuochen almost spit it out, his face wrinkled into a bitter melon: "Bitter..."
Qiao Simu coaxed him several times, sweating all over, but it still had no effect.
Qiao Simu stood up again and looked at the pale Fu Zhuochen with a troubled expression.