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After seeing it, the doctor said: "Acute gastroenteritis."

Then I wrote a list and asked the nurse on the side to dispense the medicine.

Chu Xia: "Doctor, is it serious?"

"It's okay, just hang a few bottles of water. Did the nightclub eat anything today?"

Ye Siming pressed his hands on his stomach, and hummed weakly.

Chu Xia explained: "We went to eat hot pot together this afternoon, and he also drank a lot of mung bean juice."

The doctor nodded: "No wonder, it's hot and cold, so I have a stomachache. The hot pot is too spicy, and the mung bean juice is cold again, and you said you drank a lot."

"Yep!"

The nurse quickly prepared the medicine, and the doctor took the needle and turned around.

"Nightclub, give me your hand."

Ye Siming didn't move, he still sat there, squinting his eyes slightly.

"No need for injections."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned.

The doctor's expression was complicated, and Ye Siming pursed his lips tightly. It could be seen that he was still suffering.

Chu Xia understood instantly: "Are you afraid of injections?"

Someone suddenly opened his eyes: "No!"

As soon as the words came out, everyone knew that the nightclub, who was not afraid of anything, was also afraid of injections!

Moreover, usually Mount Tai collapsed on the top without changing his face, but this time he eagerly denied it because of the injection. Obviously, there is no silver 300 taels here.

Chu Xia suddenly wanted to provoke him, and she laughed very badly.

"Since you're not afraid, let's fight. Doctor, please."

Ye Siming took a deep breath, as if swallowing thousands of rivers and mountains in one breath, and slowly stretched out his hand with an expression of resignation to death.

He glanced at the doctor, seemingly casually, but threateningly.

"Look carefully and start."

Originally, the doctor wouldn't be nervous if he didn't say this, but once he said this, the doctor couldn't help being nervous.

The hand holding the needle was shaking, Ye Siming stared at his trembling hand, his heart suddenly rose to his throat.

"Can you do it?"

The doctor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"It should work!"

This answer obviously made him very dissatisfied.

"What do you mean it should work? Is my hand a target for you to test?"

He withdrew his hand abruptly, as if he would be infected with some virus a second later.

The doctor took a moment and was a little puzzled.

"Aren't you going to fight?"

Before Ye Siming could speak, Chu Xia grabbed his hand suddenly and sent it to the doctor.

"Doctor, please give the needle!"

The doctor was also unambiguous. Before Ye Siming could make a sound to stop him, he inserted the needle, then pulled the tape and glued it in place. He moved quickly and in one go. He looked like an old hand.

After it was done, the doctor secretly let out a long sigh of relief.

"Okay! After hanging these bottles of water, you can rest tonight."

Chu Xia lowered her head to check and found nothing wrong, so she asked Ye Siming.

"Does it hurt?"

Ye Siming was very upset now, she hit him even though he didn't agree.

"No pain."

"Look, I told you it won't hurt, you have to trust the doctor, and don't be afraid of injections in the future!"

Her tone as if coaxing a child finally made Ye Siming look up at her.

"I'm not Yechen."

The doctors and nurses stood there, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh.

Chu Xia waved her hand: "Oh, anyway, no matter how old a man grows up, there is a little boy living in his heart. He looks tall and mighty, but he is afraid of injections and medicines. In this regard, he is not as good as a woman."

Ye Siming's face was cold, and the words "I'm very upset" were written on his face.

"I'm not afraid!"

Chu Xia nodded as if coaxing a child: "Alright, don't be afraid, let me talk nonsense!"

Then he asked the doctor: "Doctor, is he all right?"

"In the past few days, avoid raw and cold food, avoid spicy and cold food, etc., and eat light food. This water needs to be hung for three days."

Chu Xia remembered them all and nodded her thanks.

Ye Siming's face turned dark when he heard that he was going to hang up for three days.

"What kind of medicine are you prescribing? How long does it take three days?"

That expression and tone were very blunt, as if his doctor was a quack and couldn't cure his illness.

The doctor showed embarrassment: "This gastroenteritis itself is quite troublesome. Fortunately, you are in good health, and you discovered it early, so the problem is not very big."

"Hanging water for three days, you tell me it's not a big problem?"

The doctor wanted to say something, but when he met Ye Siming's cold eyes, his eyes got stuck in his throat.

Chu Xia smiled and said: "Since there is no major problem, you can go to rest first, and I will do the rest."

"Okay, I'll be in the next room tonight, you can come to me if you have any questions."

"Okay, thank you doctor, I'm sorry to trouble you."

After seeing off the doctors and nurses, Chu Xia closed the door, turned around, looked at Ye Siming and smiled.

Ye Siming glanced at her and said unhappily.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Afraid of needles?"

"no!"

"Do you know, the way you are talking nonsense with your eyes open now is very similar to your son."

"That's him like me."

Immediately, Ye Siming reacted suddenly, squinting his eyes slightly, and there was a dangerous message in his eyes.

"Are you tricking me?"

"Don't dare!"

Chu Xia sat down beside him.

"Actually, being afraid of injections is nothing to be ashamed of. After all, you are not a god. Even if he is a god, he still has something to be afraid of, right? What's more, you are just a mortal."

Ye Siming didn't bother to talk to her, he didn't want to get involved in this kind of topic.

He is an arrogant and cold man.

Chu Xia hugged her legs, put her chin on her knees, looked at the hanging bottle, and then at him.

"Does it still hurt now?"

She didn't know how long he had been in pain. In short, Ye Siming's face was still ugly and bloodless, but his hands were no longer on his stomach.

"much better."

"It seems that the water still has some effect."

Ye Siming raised his eyes: "If there is no effect at all, then they can resign and go home."

"You didn't sleep just now, right? You rest now, I'll help you look after it, and when it's almost over, I'll change it for you. I'm also responsible for today's matter. You can't eat spicy food, so I'll take you to eat it, and also Let you drink so much mung bean juice, the doctor is right, this mung bean juice is too cold, and that hot pot is too spicy, that's why it happened."

She sat there with her legs crossed, her head drooping slightly, her thick eyelashes trembling slightly, like a little puppy who has done something wrong.

She always said that he was like Yechen, but she was actually more like him, just like now, he was exactly the same as that little milk baby Yechen.

His lips raised unconsciously, and the tenderness in his eyes was not even noticed by him.

He just sat there, looking at her quietly, and he didn't know how long before he said.

"Do not blame you!"

Chu Xia looked up and looked at him.

His eyes are like the shining stars in the night, very beautiful.

At this moment, Ye Siming was less hostile than before, because of his illness, he looked a little haggard, but he was still handsome as hell, and he was a little more easy-going.

"The hot pot is what I want to eat, and the mung bean juice is what I like to drink. I still ask you to make it for me when I get home, so I don't blame you for this."