I don’t know if I’m feeling unwell or what.

Shen Shian, who was originally sleeping peacefully, suddenly coughed violently several times.

It feels like I'm going to cough out my lungs.

The doctor immediately understood what Shen Shian meant.

This kind of trick between young lovers... Well, he was young once too, so he understands.

Moreover.

Only then did he realize that the other person's identity was extraordinary. What could he, a doctor, say?

"Originally, there was nothing wrong, but the patient has been in a bad mood recently, and coupled with excessive drinking, he has to be hospitalized for a few days to prevent the development of alcoholic liver disease..."

The doctor said seriously.

Song Qingyu didn't believe it at first, but then she saw the doctor's serious face.

I couldn't help but believe it a little.

Shen Shian has indeed been drinking frequently recently, and he already had stomach problems... She was afraid that he would die suddenly.

"Okay, I understand. Thank you, doctor."

Song Qingyu thanked him politely.

Following the nurse, I pushed the bed into the ward.

After Shen Shian started coughing, he closed his eyes again.

Song Qingyu pulled a chair, sat down, and looked at Shen Shian quietly.

The ward was exceptionally quiet.

It seemed that even the sound of him hanging the water could be heard.

half an hour.

"You are awake?"

Song Qingyu suddenly spoke.

The ward fell into an even more eerie silence.

A full three minutes passed.

Shen Shian, who had his eyes closed, had his thick eyelashes trembling slightly, then he slowly opened his eyes and looked at her with a confused look.

"Why am I here?"

His voice was so hoarse that it seemed as if he was squeezing the sound out of his throat.

Song Qingyu, who originally thought that he was pretending to be asleep, suddenly felt a little bit sorry for him.

"You drank too much."

Song Qingyu avoided his gaze and pulled the quilt for him.

"The doctor said that he will be hospitalized for observation for a few days."

"Um……"

Shen Shian responded softly, closed his eyes again, and placed his other hand on his forehead.

"If there's nothing else... I'll leave first. I'll call Tang Shuer later and ask her to come over."

Song Qingyu stood up and said.

Shen Shian said "OK", "Call her later, it's too late now."

sound.

He's quite caring.

Song Qingyu smiled inwardly, turned around and left, just reaching the door of the ward.

With a plop, a loud noise came from behind, which scared Song Qingyu.

She turned back quickly.

Shen Shian fell to the ground with his quilt, looking miserable.

"What are you doing?!"

She didn't care about anything else and ran over quickly, holding Shen Shian's hand tightly and helping him up.

"You're lying in bed, why are you moving around?"

She lectured him angrily.

But he did not forget to lend a hand and helped him up.

"You go."

Wait till you are seated.

Shen Shian let go of Song Qingyu's hand.

Junyi's face was pale, and he looked ahead coldly: "Don't worry about me, just go."

"???"

Is she overthinking it?

Why does it feel like Shen Shian is throwing a tantrum like a child?

"I'm leaving. Can't you just lie down? You're already drunk, and the doctor said he's worried you might have gastric bleeding."

Song Qingyu was speechless.

She was about to leave when he did this.

Shen Shian smiled.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me."

"..."

Song Qingyu really wanted to quit and leave.

She didn't care whether he lived or died.

But looking at Shen Shian's "pitiful" appearance...she still felt a little bit reluctant.

but!

I can't bear to do this, I'm only targeting him because he is his parents' son.

It was definitely not because she still had any feelings for Shen Shian.

"What do you want to do when you get up? I'm not in a hurry to go back. Let's leave when it's daybreak."

Song Qingyu sighed and chose to sit back.

The tone also softened a lot.

Under the light, her eyes softened because of her gaze.

Shen Shian's tense jawline also relaxed a little: "I want to vomit, help me go to the bathroom."

"……Um."

Song Qingyu nodded.

He reached out his hand and supported Shen Shian, his body leaning against her.

There is a faint smell of medicine on his body.

Song Qingyu sniffed and subconsciously dodged to the side. Shen Shian noticed her little movement and his eyes darkened slightly.

Arrived at the restroom.

"Come in, I'll wait for you outside."

"I was throwing up, not going to the bathroom."

Shen Shian said.

Song Qingyu: “…Okay.”

What else can she say?

She opened the bathroom door and helped Shen Shian to the sink.

"Go ahead and spit it out."

As she spoke, she pinched her nose exaggeratedly and frowned her delicate eyebrows.

She hated the smell of alcohol the most.

In the past, every time Shen Shian came back from social events, he was drunk, and she was afraid that Jiang Minya would know and worry, so she was the one who took care of Shen Shian.

that time.

Every time, besides worrying about him vomiting all over the floor, I also have to worry about him drinking too much and causing stomach bleeding.

It was a busy night.

Maybe it's because I'm busy.

She didn't think the smell of alcohol was that bad, until she found out later.

She doesn't like dealing with this mess at all!

I hate the smell of alcohol even more!

"You haven't been so disgusted before."

Shen Shian also noticed her little action.

Song Qingyu closed her eyes and complained, "Yeah, when you like someone, whatever you do is right, but when you don't like someone, whatever you do is wrong."

Shen Shian pursed his lips slightly, and a trace of sadness emerged in his heart when he heard her words.

once.

She really loved him seriously.

He lost her.

I didn't hear him vomit.

Song Qingyu opened his eyes in confusion: "You're not going to vomit?"

Shen Shian said: "I think my stomach feels better after walking around."

He lied lightly.

Even if Song Qingyu felt something was wrong, he was too embarrassed to speak up.

"Okay, so what are you going to do now?"

She asked.

She has already accepted her fate anyway.

She can't leave tonight.

"I want to brush my teeth and wash my face."

A smile flashed across Shen Shian's eyes, and he shook his hand again, "But I don't have the strength."

In the VIP ward, there are disposable toiletries prepared for patients and their accompanying family members.

Song Qingyu really wanted to reprimand Shen Shian for being too aggressive.

But seeing how miserable he looked, I had no choice but to accept my fate.

"Then sit down."

She pointed to the toilet seat and said, "Sit there."

Next to the sink is the toilet. The bathroom is very clean and there is no need to worry about this young master's cleanliness obsession.

Shen Shian hesitated for a moment, but decided to sit down.

Song Qingyu turned on the faucet, took out a toothbrush, squeezed out toothpaste and handed it to him.

"Brush it."

"I have no strength."

Shen Shian emphasized again.

"Can you help me?"

He asked quietly.

The person who usually acted so high and mighty suddenly spoke like this, which made Song Qingyu feel a little embarrassed.

"Just brushing my teeth..."

she whispered.

"Can't you brush your teeth yourself?"

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