After the two of them had dinner together in the evening, Luo Yichen suddenly lay on the sofa and couldn't get up. Not only did he not get up, but he also covered his head with one hand and his stomach with the other, and kept groaning: "My head is so dizzy... My stomach hurts so bad... Ah, is there someone to care about me?"
Su Rourou was originally reading a novel with her mobile phone. Hearing what he said, she immediately dropped the phone in a panic and touched his forehead: "Luo Yichen, what's wrong with you? Do you have a fever?"
Luo Yichen's eyes flickered, and there was a hint of a promotional smile in the depths of his eyes, and then he continued to hum: "I don't know what's wrong with me, but I suddenly feel weak all over. Headache, stomach pain, back pain... all over my body It hurts!"
"Then what should I do?" Su Rourou tried the temperature of his forehead, then pressed her forehead to it, and said to herself, "It's strange, you don't have a fever? Shall I take you to the hospital?"
"No, no, I don't want to go to the hospital!" The sick Luo Yichen seemed to be ten years younger in an instant, and even took her hand and acted coquettishly, "It's fine if you stay with me. Get a good night's sleep , you'll be fine tomorrow."
Su Rourou murmured in a low voice: "I'm not medicine, how can I get better if I accompany you? How about this, I'll go to the pharmacy to buy some medicine for you!"
After finishing speaking, she picked up her wallet without any explanation, and rushed out the door like a gust of wind.
"Hey, idiot! You..." Luo Yichen yelled twice in the direction where she disappeared, but the only response to him was a gust of cool wind blowing from the gate.
He could only lower his hand helplessly: Why does he feel that he has gone astray again? In fact, she is the best medicine to heal his trauma! As long as he eats her, everything will be fine for him!
But fortunately, after fifteen minutes, Su Rourou came back with a big bag of medicine. She put the package of medicine on the glass coffee table, then poured a glass of warm water and sat by the sofa, looking down at him with concern.
"Luo Yichen, I've taken my medicine."
Luo Yichen put on a weak look, turned his head slightly to look at her waist, which was held in his palm, his eyes immediately widened.
"Why, do you need to take so much medicine?" His voice suddenly became louder, and he almost forgot that he was a "patient" at this moment.
No way, he was really frightened too badly! In the palm of Su Rourou's hand, there were about twenty small pills of different sizes and shapes.
Su Rourou frowned and looked at her palm, and said sincerely: "I can't help it, I told the doctor in the pharmacy that you have headache, stomach pain, low back pain, pain all over your body! Then...he prescribed so many medicines for me ah!"
Luo Yichen couldn't help shaking, his whole body really began to ache, he turned his head and snorted: "I don't want to eat!"
Su Rourou, on the other hand, turned his head away forcefully, and said coaxingly, "Be good, you need to take medicine if you are sick!"
After finishing speaking, she didn't wait for Luo Yichen to react, she stuffed all the pills in her palm into Luo Yichen's mouth, and then filled him with a large glass of water.
Luo Yichen coughed violently, his fair face was flushed red. His hand on the sofa clenched tightly, pressing the sofa into a wrinkle.
If a person who is not sick takes so many medicines, will there be any problems? When thinking this way, he didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but he actually felt a little dizzy.