Marriage sleepy: less power to pet lightly

Chapter 33 Mental Pain

Drinking hot water didn't help, my stomach hurt more and more, as if my intestines were all twisted together, and even breathing would involve the painful nerves.

Song Zhiwei was lying on the bed with cold sweat oozing from her forehead, but she was covered tightly on a hot day, hoping that the rise in body temperature would make her stomach feel better.

Every month's menstrual period is a torture for her. Not to mention the long duration, the amount is still large. The key is not to touch anything raw or cold, otherwise she will only be able to take painkillers that month.

But today she fell asleep, forgot the date, and drank a whole carton of iced milk, and now she feels like the blood in her stomach is about to freeze.

She couldn't hold it anymore, she wanted to go downstairs to buy medicine, but she collapsed on the ground within two steps.

Working overtime day and night for several consecutive days has almost exhausted her physical strength. In addition, she slept for more than [-] hours before and only ate a box of biscuits when she woke up. At this time, she was hungry and weak, and her head was even worse. He was so groggy that he didn't even have the energy to go downstairs.

She struggled to find her mobile phone and wanted someone to help deliver the medicine.

No one answered Xue Qian's call, so she went to her colleague who was on duty tonight, but the colleague said that there was an operation and she couldn't leave.

Her body became more and more uncomfortable, and she was afraid that she would just pass out at home and no one would know, so she dialed Wei Xuan's number in a hurry.

The phone rang twice, and he picked it up.

"Hello." Song Zhiwei's voice was as thin as a mosquito, and she found it difficult to speak, "Where are you? Can you do me a favor."

Through the phone, Wei Xuan heard something was wrong with her, he sat up already asleep and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Buy me a box of painkillers." As soon as she finished saying this, she felt a severe cramping pain in her stomach, and she broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, and her words stopped abruptly.

"Song Zhiwei?" Wei Xuan called her, but there was no response. He frowned, got out of bed, put on his clothes and walked out of the dormitory.

When passing downstairs, I ran into a colleague who was on duty tonight and saw Wei Xuan who was going out in the middle of the night. The other party asked curiously: "Battlemaster Wei, you are still going out so late, is there something important?"

"Yes." Wei Xuan nodded to him, "Thank you." Then he strode away.

However, before taking two steps, he turned back suddenly, and in the astonished expression of his colleagues, he said a word: "I want to borrow some money."

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Song Zhiwei felt that every minute was as difficult as a century. It took her 1 to 10 minutes to walk from the room to the living room. She wanted to eat something to replenish her strength to fight the pain, but there was no food at home except water.

After drinking two more cups of hot water, I felt a little better, but I was even weaker.

She nestled on the sofa, clutching her belly tightly with her hands, feeling that she might faint at any moment.

Just as she scolded Wei Xuan for being a liar, there was a knock on the door.

She slowly got up, leaned on the wall and walked slowly to open the door. It took her nearly 10 minutes to walk a few steps.

The door opened, and she didn't even have the strength to raise her head to look at the tall man standing at the door, so she could only stretch out her hand to him and said weakly, "Medicine."

Wei Xuan frowned and looked at her, but instead of giving her the medicine, he said, "Go to the hospital."

Dysmenorrhea went to a hospital.Song Zhiwei didn't have the energy to explain to him, so she snatched the plastic bag from his hand.

She hunched over like a little old woman, and walked tremblingly to the table, trying to open the medicine package, but her hands had no strength at all.

She turned her head to stare at Wei Xuan somewhat angrily, her voice was not loud, but her temper was not small and she ordered: "Help."

Standing at the door like a wooden man, does he have any sympathy!

Wei Xuan didn't know what was going on with her now, he walked in as he said, but he didn't help her tear open the packing box, but repeated: "Go to the hospital."

"No." Song Zhiwei glared at him angrily, "Open the box."

Wei Xuan was unmoved, "Go to the hospital."

Song Zhiwei didn't even find it hard to give him an extra look, so she bit her teeth, but Wei Xuan suddenly took the medicine box away.

"You." Just as Song Zhiwei wanted to scold him, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her towards the door.

His behavior was so ungentlemanly that it almost made her stumble.

Being pulled by him like this, Song Zhiwei was agitated, and her stomach turned upside down, and she immediately squatted down clutching her stomach in pain.

Seeing that her condition seemed to be getting worse, Wei Xuan picked her up without saying a word, and strode out the door.

"Don't go to the hospital." Due to the pain, her expression twisted, she bit her lip and told the truth, "I'm in physical pain."

The steady steps stopped, Wei Xuan stared at her with lowered eyes, waiting for her to explain.

Song Zhiwei saw his doubts and explained with a blushing face, "It's the one that women come every month."

Of course Wei Xuan knows what "that" refers to, but he is surrounded by old men who don't understand the so-called "physiological pain", so it is not clear whether Song Zhiwei's current situation is normal or not.

Another burst of pain hit, Song Zhiwei gasped, and reflexively grabbed Wei Xuan's arm, and her nails dug deep into his muscles.

The little pain and itching on the arm did not attract his attention, but her painful expression made Wei Xuan a little puzzled, "Why don't you go to the hospital?"

After relieving the pain, Song Zhiwei replied embarrassingly: "I also prescribed painkillers when I went."

And let Wei Xuan, a big man, carry her to the hospital for dysmenorrhea, she felt ashamed.

Wei Xuan somewhat understood, "It will be fine if you take the medicine?"

Song Zhiwei nodded.

So Wei Xuan carried her back to the house, opened the medicine packaging box, and watched her take it.

After taking the medicine, Song Zhiwei was about to lie back on the bed and wait for the medicine to take effect. She bent down without looking at Wei Xuan, and said, "Thank you, let's go."

Staring at her taking deep breaths from time to time, Wei Xuan frowned, but did not leave.

"Oh." Song Zhiwei's legs were weak, and she accidentally tripped her left foot and fell to the ground.

She closed her eyes and waited for the expected pain, but suddenly she was embraced by a pair of strong arms. The next second, the man's broad chest and strong masculine breath surrounded her tightly.

Song Zhiwei opened her eyes and looked into a pair of black eyes as deep as the ocean. Under the light, his thick eyelashes cast a faint silhouette on both sides of the bridge of the nose, his serious thin lips were slightly pursed, and his angular chin looked more resolute when he looked up.

I don't know if it was because of dizziness, but she actually felt that he looked very safe at this moment.

Compared with her cold body temperature, his body was as hot as a flame, nestled in his arms, she seemed to feel warmer.

She was still as cold as before.

His eyes deepened, Wei Xuan walked into the bedroom with her in his arms, and put her on the bed. When he was about to stand up, Song Zhiwei pulled him back without thinking.

(End of this chapter)