"What's wrong?" Jiang Nian held his hand, frowned tightly, touched his forehead, and probed his pulse again.

Everything is normal.

"Son, what's wrong?" Liu Chengying was also frightened, and hurriedly walked over to ask.

Wen Huacheng, "Hurry up and call the doctor!" ”

Wen Ci's hand holding the table clenched his fist tightly, and his muscles burst out, "No...... It's okay. ”

"I'm sick with my stomach, I'm sick."

"Niannian, you...... Help me upstairs and take a break. ”

His tone was weak and he spoke hard.

"Okay." Jiang Nian held Wen Ci, "Uncle and aunt, take the stomach medicine and go upstairs." ”

Almost half of Wen Ci's strength was on Jiang Nian's body, and he finally helped him upstairs to rest.

After taking the stomach medicine, Wen Ci drove Jiang Nian out, and the door was locked, saying that he wanted to sleep well, don't disturb.

"Don't take it to heart, he just doesn't want you to worry, it's a stinky temper." Liu Chengying, Jiang Nian, comforted Jiang Nian.

Jiang Nian's hand tightened slightly, just past his fingertips, it felt very cold to the touch, like frost.

The temperature spread directly from her fingertips to the bottom of her heart, and her whole heart hung in the air.

"He's been sick with stomach problems before?"

"Indeed." Wen Huacheng said, "It's just that this time it seems to be much more serious, and his face is white." ”

Liu Chengying frowned, "What should I do?" He is not easy to treat, such an adult, it is really a heart. ”

Her own son, she still knows that she is distressed.

Jiang Nian pursed his lips and didn't speak, looking at the door with deep eyes.

What's more, the frequency of this stomach problem is too frequent.

What's more, Wen Ci has not been busy with anything else during this time, except for dealing with the affairs of the online gambling website, with regular work and rest, normal meals, and no reason to have stomach problems......

Is it something you shouldn't eat?

Jiang Nian began to feel a little uneasy in his heart...... This body has not been well recuperated, what can I do when I get old in the future.

The pain that he can't even bear, how much pain it has to make him lose his temper.

In the end, Jiang Nian still accompanied Wen Huacheng and Liu Chengying to eat dinner, and after eating, he asked the chef to make porridge for Wen Ci, and when she brought it upstairs, his face was already much better.

It's just that the lip color is still a little whitish.

Jiang Nian frowned and fed him porridge, "You have to take care of your stomach." ”

Wen Ci sat on the bed and took the porridge in her hand, "I'll do it myself." ”

Jiang Nian is also very tired today, if he can eat by himself, he still eats by himself, at least to prove that he is fine.

She didn't refute, her eyes stared at his hand, and for a moment, he took the hand of the porridge, which was trembling, his eyebrows twisted slightly, and his eyes stared at Wen Ci quietly.

After drinking the porridge, he realized that Jiang Nian had been staring at him.

He smiled faintly, "What's wrong?" ”

"It's old, don't worry."

Jiang Nian exhaled heavily, staring at Wen Ci with clear eyes, she said, "Give me the bowl." ”

Wen Ci didn't speak, and handed the bowl over.

However, Jiang Nian didn't take the bowl, and his fair and slender little hand gently touched Wen Ci's wrist.

"Bang-bang-"

The bowl fell to the ground in an instant, scattered porridge spilled on the ground, fragments of the bowl splashed, and a small fragment passed through the corner of Jiang Nian's eyes, she stared at Wen Ci without blinking her eyes.

Her tone was cold, "I can't hold the bowl steadily, is it a stomach problem?" ”

Wen Ci's gentle eyes stared at the broken bowl, silent, and did not speak.

"Anyway, I'm half a doctor, or do you think I've learned the professional knowledge for so long?"

"When did you start this situation? How long has it been going on? ”

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