I was bullied in the abuse text [Entertainment]

Xue Lan was trembling with pain, how could Feng Ning say no?

With red eyes, he nodded indiscriminately, and carefully tried to push Xue Lan away to get the phone with trembling hands.

"Don't go." Xue Lan squeezed Feng Ning's fingers even harder, and said with difficulty: "Don't call an ambulance, you can't go to the hospital."

"How can you not see a doctor when you're sick?" Feng Ning became even more anxious when he heard that, and his tone became hurried.

The other free hand wandered back and forth on Xue Lan's chest and lower abdomen in a panic, trying to help him massage and relieve the pain.

Xue Lan took a deep breath, "Ning Ning, I don't want to appear on the front page of tomorrow's news in such a mess."

Feng Ning was taken aback for a moment, and immediately understood that the three souls that flew out have returned to the seven souls, and couldn't help but whispered: "I've never seen you with such a heavy burden as an idol..."

Xue Lan didn't make a sound, but clenched her back molars tightly.

In fact, Xue Lan himself is not afraid of anything, he deliberately said such ambiguous words, just to mislead Feng Ning.Because he was worried that Feng Ning and himself would go in and out together in the middle of the night, especially in the hospital, where people would be photographed and make a big fuss about it.After all, the relationship between the two of them is too delicate now, and the coffee position is a bit poor, so it's not the right time.

Feng Ning calmed down, forced himself to be calm and said, "Then, shall I call Sister Nan? Call a private doctor?"

Xue Lan seemed to have relieved the pain a little bit, but it was still not easy. He was lying on the table, with cold sweat on his forehead, and his breath was rapid and heavy: "Ningning, don't worry, just listen I said."

"It's not a big problem. I ate too much chili today. I guess it's stomach cramps. I've had this kind of thing before, so it's okay. You can help me find some painkillers now, just take it."

"No! How can you take painkillers casually." Feng Ning's tone was rare in front of Xue Lan: "I take medicine indiscriminately, what if there are sequelae."

"Ning Ning!" Xue Lan just wanted to argue with Feng Ning again, when the heart-piercing pain swept over him again, and he covered his stomach tightly with his painful hands, and he couldn't speak again at all.

Seeing Xue Lan's distress, Feng Ning immediately stopped insisting, pulled the blanket off the sofa and draped it over Xue Lan's shoulders, and said quickly: "Okay, okay, I won't call you a doctor anymore. You're right here Wait, I'll buy you painkillers, there is a pharmacy downstairs in the community, wait for me, soon, soon, it will be ready in 10 minutes, don't move around."

After Feng Ning finished speaking, he trotted out like the wind, didn't bother to lock the door of the apartment, even forgot to change his pajamas, Doraemon's big blue head was undulating on his thin back, With a gust of breeze, it seemed that the tension in the air had been blown away a lot.

The pharmacy was indeed not far away, and Feng Ning used the speed of life and death that he and his master hid from the city management under the overpass, and opened the door again in less than six minutes, sweating profusely.

In the restaurant, Xue Lan seemed to be in slightly better condition than before.

Although his brows were still tightly knit, at least his limbs were no longer curled up, and he was lying limply on the table, breathing quickly and heavily.

Feng Ning quickly took out two painkillers, poured another cup of warm water, tested the temperature, half hugged and half supported Xue Lan, let his head rest in his arms, and swallowed the medicine.

Then wait for the effects of the medicine to kick in.

Feng Ning stared up at the timer in the kitchen, counting the time second by second. His chin lightly touched Xue Lan's black hair, and his cool palms gently helped him along his back. His mouth was still unconscious. Whispering: "Be patient a little longer, it will be fine after a while, and the pain will be gone soon, good boy..."

It's like a kindergarten kid coaxing another younger kid.

After more than ten minutes, Xue Lan's breathing gradually relaxed, and the expression on his face was no longer in pain—it really stopped the pain.

But Xue Lan still looked fragile.

The hand-made high-end shirts and trousers were soaked in cold sweat, with obvious creases, and the long arms were hanging limply, unable to exert any strength. Even the black hair that stood arrogantly in the past was due to sweat. It was wet and soft and stuck to the forehead.

Without even thinking about it, Feng Ning took Xue Lan's arm and hit him on the shoulder, and supported his waist to slowly move into the room. When passing by the guest bedroom, Feng Ning didn't even look inside. He took Xue Lan directly into the master bedroom, and put him on the big bed that should belong to him as a matter of course.

Xue Lan didn't say anything more, just tilted her head slightly on the pillow, and soon fell asleep frowning.

Feng Ning stood by the bed, quietly watching the person on the bed who was more fragile than before, but still beautiful sleeping face, hesitated for a long time, finally sighed, walked out of the bedroom, and closed the door.

Feng Ning returned to the living room, took out his mobile phone and dialed Yang Nan's number.

This number was secretly saved by Yang Nan when he transferred the salary to him through WeChat.

At that time, Feng Ning was afraid that Zhou Yue would be unreliable when discussing the details of the advertising contract later, so he purposely kept Yang Nan's number for emergencies.

But I never thought it would come in handy in today's situation.

The phone rang for a long time before it was picked up. Yang Nan should have fallen asleep, with a hoarse nasal voice: "Hello?"

"Sister Nan, I'm Feng Ning."

The other end of the phone was obviously stunned for a moment, but quickly recovered a friendly attitude: "Oh, it's the little koi, what do you want?"

"I'm fine..." Feng Ning pursed his lips, "It's Mr. Xue, he doesn't seem to be well right now."

As soon as this sentence was finished, Yang Nan immediately suffocated, followed by the rustling sound of fabric rubbing, the other party probably crawled out of the quilt and tensed his body.

"What's wrong with him?" His voice was tight.

Feng Ning took a deep breath: Sister Nan really takes Xue Lan seriously, and today's small report seems to be correct.

He gathered himself together, and reported Xue Lan's sudden illness tonight on the phone in detail, especially describing Xue Lan's appearance of clutching his stomach and hurting to death.

Finally, Feng Ning said: "Teacher Xue insisted on refusing to go to the hospital. I was really worried about his health, so I took the liberty to call you."

Yang Nan listened to it completely, but his breathing rate slowed down significantly. From the other end of the phone, it seemed that he was not as anxious as he was at the beginning.

She seemed to be thinking about something, and after a while, she said a few words seriously: "So, are you living together?"

Feng Ning: "..." Your ability to grasp key points is a bit biased.

"Tut tsk tsk..." Yang Nan was still very unbelievable, "Is the progress a little fast?

Feng Ning: "...!" I wish you a hammer.

Yang Nan said earnestly and persistently, "Xiao Feng, have you reported to your manager? Be sure to keep your daily travels, appointments, and contacts confidential."

Feng Ning finally couldn't hold back anymore: "Sister Nan, the focus of my discussion now, shouldn't it be that Teacher Xue is sick?"

"Oh, that." Yang Nan sighed lightly, regained his usual composure, and explained calmly, "It's intestinal spasm. Xue Lan's old problem, we all know it. But this He has been paying attention to his diet and daily life for several years, and he hasn't had an attack for a long time, this time it's a bit sudden...Xiao Feng, what did you have for dinner today?"

"I only drank a bowl of porridge," Feng Ning felt a little aggrieved when he said this, "The steamed shrimp and green vegetables I specially left for him are barely enough to move...".

"Stay?" Yang Nan was keenly aware of something: "Did he go back very late? Today he called off work after seven o'clock."

"Oh, that's right, it's Bai Min's birthday tonight, and Mr. Xue is going to celebrate his birthday with him first..." Feng Ning said halfway, and suddenly realized:

"They seem to have gone to eat Sichuan-style hot pot, there is abnormal spicy beef, and they drank white wine!"

"Perverted? Spicy?" Yang Nan exhausted all his cultivation to not blurt out the scolding words, "Isn't this just death?"

Feng Ning could feel Ms. Yang Nan's soaring anger almost spraying on his face through the phone.

"Okay, I see. Send me your home address. I'll go and have a look now. Take care of him, don't worry."

Before Feng Ning could say "It's not our family", the other party cut off the call aggressively.

Yang Nan said that he was not in a hurry, but he arrived very quickly.

In less than an hour, she knocked on the door of the apartment in a hurry. Although it was already three or four o'clock in the morning, she was still followed by a private doctor whose hair was mostly gray.

The old doctor yawned non-stop, his hair was fluffy, and his eyes were not focused. He obviously got up from the bed in a hurry—Yang Nan probably spent a lot of money.

After he simply listened to Feng Ningshao's situation, he walked into the master bedroom with a large medicine box.

Xue Lan seemed to be fast asleep, but her bushy eyebrows were furrowed tightly, and she seemed uncomfortable.

The doctor did not wake him up, but injected him with a sedative through a vein, and took a few milliliters of blood from his fingertip for testing.

About half an hour later, the doctor took the test results and signaled Feng Ning and Yang Nan to return to the living room, and said blankly: "Young Master Xue is indeed suffering from intestinal spasm, and this time the condition is under control. Given the existence of his digestive system before If the problem is not diagnosed and treated in time, the possibility of subsequent chronic gastritis or enteritis cannot be ruled out."

Feng Ning's heart immediately rose to his throat, and he took a step forward, "So serious?"

The old doctor glanced at him, and said coldly: "Otherwise, it doesn't matter if you think you're young?"

Feng Ning was choked and didn't answer for a long time. He always felt that the doctor's attitude seemed unfriendly.