After marrying as a substitute, the vegetable husband turned out to be passionately in love with her

Chapter 137 Gastroenteritis

The girl's nimble fingers pressed the keyboard quickly.

Taking advantage of the lack of class, she had to work hard and try to pay off the debts as soon as possible.

At this time, the cell phone rang suddenly, and she answered the call without any hassle, it was Zheng Yu calling.

"What's wrong? Zheng Yu?"

The other party kept silent, so Song Zhiyi asked again:
"Do you have a question for me? Hello?"

……

There was no answer on the phone.

But Song Zhiyi was sure that someone was listening on the other end of the conversation, because the sound of breathing from the phone was very obvious.

That kind of breathing sound is like the sound of a person breathing after climbing a high mountain.

Very tired and rushed.

Song Zhiyi realized something was wrong, she kept asking questions, and finally the other party responded to her.

It was Zheng Yu's voice.

It's just that he is different from the usual full of energy. He seems to be in a bad state now, and he is struggling to make a weak cry for help.

"Sister Zhiyi, can you...can you come to the Shenhai Hospital to find me, I seem to be hospitalized."

After Zheng Yu finished speaking, he felt unbearable abdominal pain and gradually lost consciousness...

He was afraid of going to the hospital alone, so after making the emergency call, he contacted many relatives, but they all didn't answer because of something.

Only Song Zhiyi received his call.

When he woke up again, he was already on the hospital bed.

Because he made the emergency call in time, he was quickly taken to the hospital by ambulance.

The doctor treated him, and because of the effect of painkillers, the pain was greatly relieved, and now his mental state has improved a lot.

After he reacted, he quickly opened his eyes and immediately looked around, looking for Song Zhiyi's figure.

But there was no one in the ward, so she probably didn't come.

Zheng Yu felt very disappointed. After confirming that all the lights in the room were turned on, he closed his eyes again, and then put on the quilt again.

I feel ashamed to say it, he is a manly man, what he fears the most is staying in the ward by himself.

At this time, someone opened the door of the ward, and Zheng Yu poked out half of the quilt to check the situation outside.

After confirming, he happily kicked off the quilt, and then began to say hello:

"Sister Zhiyi, you're really here!" The tone revealed a kind of unexpected joy.

Song Zhiyi put the freshly made porridge on the table, then glanced at Zheng Yu, and asked:
"Zheng Yu, how do you feel now, does your stomach still hurt?"

Zheng Yu shook his head, and proved to Song Zhiyi that he was fine now with a vigorous state.

"Just now I asked the doctor, this is acute gastroenteritis caused by eating something bad, the pain is very uncomfortable, it's fine if it doesn't hurt."

As Song Zhiyi said, he opened the lid of the porridge, and the hot air in the box was unconstrained, and all of it ran out at once.

Fragrant.

Zheng Yu also smelled the fragrance of rice. He was vomiting and diarrhea just now, and his stomach had been emptied long ago. Now that he smelled the fragrance of rice, he suddenly felt even hungrier.

"Sister, did you buy this for me?" Zheng Yu asked, wishing he could pick up the porridge on the table and fill his stomach right now.

"Wait, don't worry." Song Zhiyi frowned and knocked off Zheng Yu's hand.

She quickly spread out the table on the hospital bed, and carefully moved the porridge onto the table, so that Zheng Yu would be much more comfortable drinking it.

"Okay, let's drink!"

She handed the spoon to Zheng Yu, and the boy snatched the spoon and started to gobble it up, as if he had eaten a lot of food.

"Slow down." Song Zhiyi reminded: "Don't burn it, drink slowly."

Zheng Yu nodded, barely controlling his speed.

"Zheng Yu, why did you come to the hospital alone when you were sick, where are your parents?" Song Zhiyi asked distressedly.

At first glance, Zheng Yu looked like a baby held in the palm of his family, but now that he was sick, he had no family by his side.

Zheng Yu waved his hand and said very easily: "My parents are going on a trip, and they should be on the plane right now, so they can't be contacted."

"My brother is busy with work, and I couldn't get in touch just now."

"Fortunately, sister, you came to accompany me and bought me porridge, thank you sister." He said, and stuffed another mouthful of porridge into his mouth.

"It's okay, eat slowly." After Song Zhiyi reminded again, he couldn't help sighing, even the richest people might not be able to take care of them sometimes.

She sat on the stool next to the hospital bed, quietly watching Zheng Yu finish the porridge.

At this time, the phone rang again, and it was Lu Yiwen calling.

"Hello?" Song Zhiyi glanced at Zheng Yu, because Zheng Yu was listening to her on the phone, so this time she didn't directly call Lu Yiwen's name.

Even turned down the volume of phone calls a lot.

But Zheng Yu stretched out his ears, and heard the voice of the man on the phone.

It was the same person who spoke to last night...

Not only that, Zheng Yu also heard what the man was talking to Song Zhiyi.

The man said that he has dealt with it, and now he can come and pick her up...

But after Song Zhiyi hesitated for a while, he still glanced at him, and then he was a little confused: "Maybe I can't leave now, you go home first, I can come back by myself later."

"It's okay, I'll wait for you, call me when you're all right."

Zheng Yu frowned unhappily when he heard that the other end of the phone was determined to wait.

After Song Zhiyi hung up the phone, Zheng Yu asked her for a favor:
"Sister, can you call my brother for me in a while? Just tell him that I'm sick and you have to leave in a hurry, so let him come over quickly. "

Song Zhiyi glanced at Zheng Yu suspiciously. She didn't seem to tell Lu Yiwen just now that she was leaving now...

"I don't have your brother's contact information, why don't you give me his phone number."

Zheng Yu reported a series of numbers, and Song Zhiyi quickly dialed out. After the prompt sounded about twice, the man answered the phone.

"Hello? Who is it?"

"Oh, it's me, Song Zhiyi." Song Zhiyi paused, and didn't remember what Zheng Yu wanted her to say for a while.

"Miss Song? What's wrong with you? Did something happen?"

A series of questions from the man made her uncomfortable, and she suddenly remembered what to say:
"Do you have time now? Zheng Yu is sick and is in the hospital. Come here quickly."

After the other party was silent for a while, he said hello and hung up the phone.

Song Zhiyi turned off the phone, and threw Zheng Yu's finished box into the trash can.

"Zheng Yu, hurry up and send your location and ward number to your brother."

Zheng Yu turned on the phone and sent the location.

After sending, he thought for a moment, and then said: "Sister, you can call him to pick you up, I can wait for my brother here alone."

(End of this chapter)