Chapter 808
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Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97 Su Zhinian's car was badly damaged and could not start. He called the traffic police and had his car towed away. He was also fined two thousand RMB for the damage.
When Su Zhinian drove Song Qingchun back to his bungalow, Song Qingchun stopped the car when they passed a 24-hour pharmacy. She went out to buy two tubes of ointment.
Song Qingchun went to take a shower when they reached the bungalow. After she came out, she found one of Su Zhinian's oversized T-shirts and put it on. Then, she went to urge Su Zhinian to take a shower.
When Su Zhinian came out from the bathroom, Song Qingchun had just finished blow-drying her hair. She patted the sofa, signaling for Su Zhinian to sit down. Then, she grabbed the ointment and applied it on the scratches on his body.
The smell of the ointment was rather pungent. When Song Qingchun applied the ointment to the wound on Su Zhinian's arm, her stomach suddenly twitched. She tossed the ointment and the cotton swab on the coffee table and ran to the bathroom.
Before Su Zhinian realized what was happening, he heard the sound of Song Qingchun vomiting coming from the bathroom.
He stood up from the sofa and rushed into the bathroom. He saw Song Qingchun lying on the toilet bowl, vomiting like crazy.
Su Zhinian frowned and squatted down to pat Song Qingchun on her back. "What's wrong?"
Song Qingchun shook her head. She was about to tell Su Zhinian that she was fine when she turned around to vomit into the toilet bowl.
She had already digested the food she had that night, so all she vomited was stomach acid.
Su Zhinian patted her back, and seeing how uncomfortable she looked, he said with concern, "I'll go call Doctor Xia."
Then, Su Zhinian stood up.
As Song Qingchun vomited, she reached out to grab Su Zhinian's arm to stop him. "There's no need …" Song Qingchun said before she started to vomit again.
"No, I can't keep vomiting like this." Su Zhinian struggled out of Song Qingchun's grasp and rushed out of the bathroom.
Song Qingchun, who had stopped vomiting, pressed the flush button on the toilet, stood up in a hurry, and rushed out to grab Su Zhinian's phone, which was looking for Doctor Xia's number. "I'm fine. It's probably the oily food I ate last night, so my stomach is not feeling well."
Su Zhinian frowned and reached for the phone in Song Qingchun's hand.
Song Qingchun hid behind her. "Doctor Xia is already so old. Don't bother him in the middle of the night. Plus, I feel much better after I vomited."
Su Zhinian was still worried.
"It's fine, it's really fine now." To make Su Zhinian believe her, Song Qingchun even skipped around in front of him.
"Are you sure?" Su Zhinian asked. It was not until Song Qingchun nodded and replied with a smile that he reluctantly relented.
Before he went downstairs to boil some milk for her, he said worriedly, "If you don't feel well later, don't let Dr. Xia come over. We'll go to the hospital."
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Song Qingchun, who finished the milk, climbed into Su Zhinian's bed and lay down.
Su Zhinian washed the glass of milk and placed it on the coffee table. Then, he turned off the light and walked to his bedside.
He stared at Song Qingchun, who was curled up on the two-meter-wide bed, with only her head poking out of the window. Then, he pulled the cover back and lay down beside her.
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