Chapter 122 I was wrong, I was wrong

"What happened?"

An Yi grabbed the doctor's arm and asked, "Why did you vomit all of a sudden? Is something wrong?"

"The medicine was cold and he drank it too quickly, so his stomach couldn't digest it all at once, which is why he's like this." The doctor was putting his stethoscope back into his case. "I'm telling you all to be more careful. You know he has a bad stomach, yet you still made him drink cold Chinese medicine. From now on, make sure it's warm, and he takes it in small sips, understand?"

"Okay, okay."

Jin He sat on the bed, his back against the soft pillow, his fingertips still holding the dry roasted bread slices that Aunt Shu had just given him, crunching them in his mouth.

As soon as the doctor closed the door, Jin He sniffed and said with some disgust, "You've been drinking; you smell like alcohol."

"Hmm." An Yi was about to sit down next to him to rub his stomach, but as soon as he got close to Jin He, he darted to the side.

"You smell terrible with alcohol," Jin He said. "Don't come near me."

"You think I smell bad?!" An Yi lowered his head and sniffed. "How did I take care of you when you drank too much at social events? Now I can't even get close to you after having a few drinks?"

"No way." Jin He's expression became even more disgusted. "Stay away from me, this smell makes me feel nauseous."

Upon hearing that Jin He was disgusted, An Yi stopped arguing with him, turned around, went to the bathroom to take a shower, changed into his pajamas, and even brushed his teeth. As soon as he stepped out, he saw Aunt Shu carrying Chinese medicine upstairs.

An Yi took the bowl: "He might not be able to eat anything in a while, but let's still cook some porridge for him to enjoy. Corn porridge, and secretly put some minced meat in it."

Jin He's voice came from inside the room: "I heard you, didn't I?"

"Ahem, then let's add some meat chunks, the lean kind." Since we've been caught, we might as well add it openly.

Boiling Chinese medicine takes a long time. Aunt Shu usually has to watch over the pot for a long time. Three bowls of water are boiled down to one bowl of medicine. The freshly boiled Chinese medicine is still hot to the touch. An Yi carries it into the room and puts it on the bedside table to cool. Wonder Woman is going to rub Jin He's stomach again.

"Don't," Jin He dodged away again, complaining, "Why do you always try to touch my stomach?"

"Let me feel if you have any cramps or bloating."

"No," Jin He thought for a moment and replied, "It's just a little nauseous, but it won't interfere with anything."

"If I feel nauseous, will drinking bitter Chinese medicine make me vomit?"

“That would definitely make you feel nauseous,” Jin He said.

"Alright then." An Yi filled a hot water bottle and placed it on Jin He's stomach. "Use this to warm it up, and drink the medicine when it's a little warmer."

Jin He doesn't like using electric hand warmers because she's always worried they might suddenly explode. So An Yi bought a few hot water bottles and kept them at home, occasionally using them to warm Jin He's hands, feet, or stomach.

Jin He, holding a hot water bottle, watched An Yi stirring the medicine bowl and asked, "Weren't you supposed to go on a business trip? Why are you back now?"

"Oh dear, my dear, you get sick every time I get angry with you. You get sick every time I get angry, so next time I won't get angry with you. I'd rather slap myself than get angry with you."

God knows he received the call at the club. Aunt Shu made it sound very serious, saying that Xiao He was coughing and vomiting, couldn't eat anything, and looked pale, as if she was about to faint. He was terrified; he hadn't been by her side for just a few hours.

“But this isn’t about whether you’re angry or not,” Jin He kept nagging. “If something like this happens again and you don’t say anything, it will always be a problem. If I really do something wrong, it’s okay if you’re angry.”

"You're right, I was wrong."

"Of course you're wrong. I still don't understand what you're angry about."

Upon hearing this, An Yi opened his mouth as if to say something, but was interrupted by Jin He.

"And I called you, hoping you'd come back so we could have a proper talk, but you didn't want to talk to me at all. You just told your assistant to come back and take your luggage and passport away. What do you mean by that?"

An Yi touched the medicine bowl with his hand and found that it was indeed warm, so he picked it up, scooped a spoonful, and fed it to Jin He's mouth: "Hmm, I won't do it again next time."

"Then tell me, isn't your behavior a bit excessive..." Jin He took a sip of her medicine and continued, "Why can't we talk things out properly? Why did you have to run off to a foreign country and leave me all alone here... what do you take me for? Am I... am I your little lover kept here, waiting for your favor...?"

As An Yi finished speaking, he had already fed Jin He half a bowl of medicine. Jin He was still nagging, saying, "What you did today was emotional abuse, the most shameful thing you could do."

"I was wrong."

Since she admitted her mistake so readily, Jin He didn't know what to say. After drinking the medicine, she slowly lay down with her back to him, clearly still angry.

Whenever he was angry or unhappy, he would turn his back to An Yi.

An Yi asked Aunt Shu to take the bowl away, then walked to the other side of the bed, looked down at Jin He, and said, "So you still don't know why I'm angry today?"

"have no idea."

An Yi sighed.

"Alright, let's take it slow." An Yi ruffled Jin He's hair and pinched his cheek. "I'll teach you slowly, okay?"

Jin He lowered her eyes, turned around without saying a word, and said, "I don't want to learn. It's uncomfortable and too pretentious."

"Whether you want to learn or not, we can talk about it later. Don't sleep now. I'll take you downstairs for a walk, and then we'll come back and have some corn porridge before you go to sleep."

"But I'm sleepy," Jin He complained, rubbing her eyes.

“You’re only taking medicine now. What if you suddenly have low blood sugar in your sleep at night? You’ve had this happen before, and you know how scary it is, right?” An Yi reached out and pulled Jin He. “Get up, let’s just drink a small bowl, a small bowl, oh dear…”

It's always the same when we eat!

It felt like it could kill Jin He!

Especially since there were meat chunks in the corn porridge tonight, Jin He didn't like it at all. She sat at the table for half an hour, only managing to eat a thin layer of porridge skin.

"You're eating so fast, you need to digest it quickly." An Yi took Jin He's bowl, stirred it vigorously to mix the meat pieces, and suddenly remembered something, "I remember when you first went to participate in the show, I gave you a chicken leg and you ate it too."

Jin He glanced at him guiltily.

"You wouldn't..."

Jin He looked down at the porridge, scooped up a piece of meat about a quarter the size of her little fingernail with a spoon, and chewed it.

"Jin He, you've survived this long without starving to death!"

"The porridge is getting a little cold," Jin He said softly.

An Yi took Jin He's bowl, poured the porridge into his own, and then scooped a spoonful of warm porridge from the rice cooker. It was still steaming hot when he brought it out. He placed it in front of Jin He and said, "Eat."

"It would be better if it were vegetable porridge," Jin He complained to him.

"The doctor said you are anemic and told you to increase your hemoglobin and protein intake. You can choose to eat meat, tofu, or drink milk."

Jin He stopped talking, lowered her head, and used a spoon to scrape up a layer of porridge skin and put it in her mouth.

An Yi: "..."

Watching him eat really suppresses my appetite.