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Xie Xinghe didn't recover even after taking the medicine, and went to the toilet several times. When he came out, his face was extremely pale and his back was soaked.

Seeing him like this, Pei Yan's heart trembled, and he carefully helped him lie down on the bed, without asking Xie Xinghe's opinion at all, he called his assistant directly.

"Call a doctor to my house right away," Pei Yan said anxiously, "Don't call the doctor at home."

Xie Xinghe curled up sideways and said in a low voice, "Take some medicine and you'll be fine..."

Pei Yan ignored it, and said a few more words, "Well, yes, hurry up."

He hung up the phone and sat down beside the bed, "I need to call a doctor to see, you should have gastroenteritis."

Xie Xinghe was irritated by the pain, frowned and said, "It's not because of the seafood you cooked."

Pei Yan didn't argue, and ran his palm up and down his back, "I'm sorry..."

Xie Xinghe turned over and pressed his stomach with his hands, his clothes were full of wrinkles from the tossing just now.

In fact, this kind of pain is not too serious for him, but he doesn't want to bear it. If the pain is caused by eating the food he cooked, he can completely avoid being discovered by Pei Yan, but after all, this meal is cooked by Pei Yan , then the pain will not be in vain.

Xie Xinghe didn't know what he was thinking, he always did contradictory things with Pei Yan.

He tilted his head, his forehead was full of painful cold sweat, he bit his lower lip hard, turned over again, and pressed his hands on his stomach indiscriminately.

Seeing him tossing and turning in pain, Pei Yan felt his heart fluctuate. It was the first time that he felt flustered when he saw someone else sick.

He tried to grab Xie Xinghe's hand, "Xinghe, don't move around, the doctor will be here in a while."

Xie Xinghe subconsciously grabbed Pei Yan's wrist, then opened his eyes and frowned and said, "The watch is off..."

Pei Yan was taken aback for a moment, and immediately lowered his head to pick up the watch, "Okay, take it off."

He threw the watch away, put his hands on Xie Xing and his stomach again, and coaxed softly: "Hey, if you still want to go to the bathroom, just bear with it."

Xie Xinghe didn't move any more, he just bowed his waist slightly, his chest heaved a bit violently.

Pei Yan took out a tissue to wipe the sweat on his neck, Xie Xinghe raised his head in a slightly cooperative manner.

Pei Yan leaned down and kissed him, "Do you feel sick?"

Xie Xinghe narrowed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "It's a little..."

Pei Yan rubbed against his chest a few times, coaxing a child and saying, "Don't vomit, bear with it, be good, wait a while for the infusion and you'll be fine."

Xie Xinghe glanced at him, and said coldly, "You take me as your son?"

Pei Yan smiled when he heard the words, "How did you become a son?"

Xie Xinghe looked at him for a few seconds, then simply closed his eyes. He felt that Pei Yan was not a very good-tempered and patient person, and he could imagine how he got along with those people in the past.

When it came to him, it became very different.

Xie Xinghe suddenly laughed, and Pei Yan asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Xie Xinghe took his hand and pressed on his stomach, "I haven't served anyone before."

"No." Pei Yan said truthfully.

"The ones you talked about before, what should you do if you are sick?"

"Transfer money."

Xie Xinghe opened his eyes, "Then why don't you transfer money to me?"

Pei Yan frowned, and said with a downcast face, "You are not short of money, and what's the use of transferring money."

After he finished speaking, he was stunned for a while, Xie Xinghe hooked the corners of his lips, but the next second he said: "I'm short... you can transfer the money."

Pei Yan's hand became stronger, and Xie Xinghe let out a "hiss" when he pressed it down, before he stopped and said, "You don't want me to accompany you?"

He really didn't understand what Xie Xinghe meant by asking him to transfer the money.

"Can't you accompany me if I transfer money?"

"It's because I didn't accompany you that I transferred the money."

Xie Xinghe snorted coldly, and Pei Yan took out his mobile phone and said, "I'll forward it to you now."

He transferred [-] to Xie Xinghe directly, then stood up and walked out. Xie Xinghe didn't say a word, Pei Yan went out and turned back, "Will you leave me?"

Xie Xinghe turned his back to him, clutching his stomach and not speaking.

Pei Yan sighed helplessly, strode back and kissed him on top of his hair, "The doctor is coming soon, I'll go down and pick it up, and I'll be right back, let Ketchup accompany you for a while."

Xie Xinghe didn't respond, Pei Yan clicked his tongue, "Baby? Xinghe? Angry? How can I ignore you."

Xie Xinghe raised his head, gave him a cold look, gritted his teeth and said, "I fucking hurt..."

It was the first time Pei Yan heard him swearing, so he quickly touched his face, "Okay, okay, don't get angry, bear with me, I'll pick him up right away."

Pei Yan transferred another 3 to Xie Xinghe in the elevator, Xie Xinghe accepted it, and Pei Yan said: [Good boy, now, [-] minutes]

Three minutes later, Pei Yan hadn't seen anyone yet, so he quickly transferred another 3 to Xie Xinghe: [Really soon, baby endure it]

When Pei Yan received someone, the elevator was too slow, so he transferred another 1 to Xie Xinghe: [In the elevator, [-] minute]

In just ten minutes, Pei Yan transferred 20 yuan to Xie Xinghe, and Xie Xinghe took all the money he ordered. It was better to leave the money with him than to give random gifts.

Pei Yan led the doctor into the door. The doctor checked and said it was gastroenteritis caused by eating a bad stomach. Pei Yan's thoughts were all on Xie Xinghe, and he didn't pay attention to what the doctor was playing with. When he turned around, he happened to catch a glimpse A thin needle.

It’s over.

Pei Yan immediately grabbed Xie Xinghe's wrist, holding it tightly. Xie Xinghe frowned and looked at him, "Pei Yan?"

Pei Yan's forehead started to sweat, and his breathing became a little short. He clenched his teeth and said, "It's okay..."

The doctor held the needle and looked at him strangely, "Are you sick too?"

Pei Yan shook his head and said in a low voice, "You pierce first, I... go out for a while..."

As soon as he stood up, he found that he couldn't even walk, and his legs softened and he knelt down in front of the bed.

Xie Xinghe's complexion changed, and he immediately got out of bed to support him, "What's wrong with you? Heat stroke?"

"Go back... lie down..." Pei Yan said, he wanted to stand up by himself, but found it was impossible.

The doctor smiled and said, "Are you dizzy from needles?"

Xie Xinghe was stunned for a moment, Pei Yan felt that his face was lost in front of him, so he replied very vaguely.

The doctor came over and said to Xie Xinghe, "The patient should go back and lie down, and let him relax for a while."

Pei Yan lowered his head and closed his eyes, pushed Xie Xinghe and said, "Be obedient...go and lie down."

Xie Xinghe returned to the bed, and the doctor quickly inserted the needle. Pei Yan knelt by the bed in the same position as before, not daring to raise his head at all.

Seeing him like this, the doctor had no choice but to tell Xie Xinghe how to change the dressing later, Pei Yan staggered to his feet, "Go slowly, I won't deliver..."

The doctor looked at him and smiled again. Before leaving, he said, "It's quite normal to faint from needles, and there's nothing shameful about it."

After the doctor left, Pei Yan didn't speak for a long time, Xie Xinghe smiled and said: "The doctor has already said it, no shame."

Pei Yan sat on the edge of the bed and wiped his sweat, but didn't look at him, his complexion was worse than his.

Xie Xinghe had no choice but to whisper, "Hiss...it hurts..."

Pei Yan immediately turned his head, "Why..."

When he saw Xie Xing and the needle on the back of his hand, he couldn't help but fainted again.

Xie Xinghe couldn't hold back this time, and laughed out loud. Pei Yan glared at him, and said weakly, "Don't laugh."

Xie Xinghe took the needle hand away a little, grabbed him with the other hand and said, "Stop laughing, rub my stomach."

Pei Yan recovered slowly and got on the bed, lying beside Xie Xinghe, carefully avoiding his hand.

Xie Xinghe asked: "Do you feel dizzy when you see all the needles?"

Pei Yan responded while rubbing his stomach.

"Is the sewing needle dizzy too?"

"Ah."

"Will you faint if I say needles?"

Pei Yan glanced at him, "Does your stomach hurt anymore?"

Xie Xinghe didn't say anything more, Pei Yan rarely saw him deflated, smiled and kissed him on the face, "You don't get sick, just don't let me see the needle."