Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

After Lin Xiaochen came out of the bathroom, he asked the boss for a glass of warm water, then tiptoed back to the table.

At this time, Jundu was sitting there, rubbing his temples with his fingers, his brows tightly furrowed, and a painful expression on his face.

Hearing the noise, Jundu raised his head and met Lin Xiaochen's gaze. The two looked at each other, and Lin Xiaochen was the first to look away and lowered his head to continue reading.

Cointreau, on the other hand, sniffed and muttered quietly that he felt unwell.

Lin Xiaochen paused in turning the pages of the book. After a moment's silence, he rummaged through his pockets, took out a small green bottle, and handed it to Jundu.

"What is this?" Cointreau asked in confusion, looking at the small bottle.

"Smell it, you'll feel a little better." Lin Xiaochen replied in a flat tone.

Jun Du hesitated for a moment, but still reached out to take the bottle, seemingly without considering whether Lin Xiaochen would hurt him. This subconscious trust and relaxation surprised even him.

Cointreau opened the bottle cap, put the bottle mouth to his nose, and sniffed gently. A light mint aroma instantly spread, stimulating his olfactory nerves. His head, which had become heavy due to the headache, now seemed to be brushed by a breeze, and all the discomfort was relieved.

Cointreau took a deep breath, feeling the coolness brought by the mint, and felt much more awake.

"If you still feel uncomfortable, you can drop a drop in water and then drink it." Lin Xiaochen pushed the water cup towards him. As soon as he finished speaking, Jundu obediently did as he was told.

“It’s so unpalatable.” Jun Du drank it all in one breath, then frowned and stuck out his tongue.

"Looking at your symptoms, you may have accidentally gotten heatstroke." Lin Xiaochen explained, "I noticed that you didn't sweat much in the restaurant. In this kind of weather, the worst thing is to get a heat cold and heatstroke at the same time."

"It's nothing but an IV drip." Jundu said nonchalantly, "But this thing is quite useful. Are those Chinese characters on it?"

"Yes. It's very effective. I'll give it to you." Lin Xiaochen nodded. "In fact, it's not just about hanging saline solution. That would be too harmful to the body."

"Thank you." Jun Du didn't hesitate and threw the small green bottle into his pocket. "Any other ideas?"

"Try scraping." Lin Xiaochen suggested, "It's very effective."

"Okay, I'll consider it." Jundu accepted the suggestion with a smile. As for whether to go or not, that was none of Lin Xiaochen's business.

Lin Xiaochen did not make any further comments on the matter. He continued flipping through the book while an email came to his mobile phone.

Lin Xiaochen opened it and found that it was about the experimenter who died last time.

His expression gradually changed from casual to serious.

"What's wrong sir? You don't look well."

Lin Xiaochen subconsciously turned off his phone, then forced a smile: "Nothing, just some work stuff."

"Is that so? Are you going to get busy with work?" Jun Du asked. He seemed to have some doubts about Lin Xiaochen's answer, but he didn't show it.

"Yes." Lin Xiaochen sighed, secretly glad that this reason was reasonable. "I'll take my leave first. I can change my clothes at the same time." He said as he stood up and prepared to leave.

Cointreau nodded without comment and returned his gaze to the book in his hand, as if the conversation just now was just an insignificant episode.

Lin Xiaochen breathed a sigh of relief, and the moment he stood up, a scream came from the direction of the toilet.

Lin Xiaochen: No way, are you really coming? ! ! !