That 1 his waist protruded

Yan Chaoling is under a lot of pressure, sometimes I feel like he wants to hit the wall a little bit.I was also under a lot of stress and my hair fell out.

But the rice is not something I can eat all I want.

I vomited again today, vomited the two mouthfuls of porridge I just drank, and started to vomit sour water again, and then vomited bitterly. I wondered if there would be black blood vomited from my stomach one day.

I squatted in the toilet cubicle, leaning against the partition with no strength, only to feel blackness in front of my eyes.

Yan Chaoling walked in and found me, and I looked sideways at him too.He looked at me in bewilderment for a second, then put on a straight face to hide his panic, picked me up from the ground, and hugged me back.

I must look ugly now.I don't want him to see me like this.

I was devastated, wanted to make a fuss, wanted to yell hysterically, wanted to push him away, but in the end nothing was done.

He carried me back to the bedroom and put me on my chair, looking down at me.And I cried until I trembled, gasping for breath with difficulty.

He knelt down and asked me, "What should I do?"

I answered no, I don't know either.

He's just an irrelevant, innocent person, and it's only normal that he hasn't been through this.I told him about my illness, and I also know that it is difficult for ordinary people to understand.Just talk lightly, the other party won't really understand what it means.

Yan Chaoling stood up, put my head in his arms, and patted my back, "When you want, you can talk to me if you have anything."

People are proud of being favored.I'm afraid that if he continues like this, I will feel that he is someone I can rely on, and I will want to get him.

It wasn't until I recovered that I remembered that the other two roommates were also there.They were startled, and they sat quietly in their places, not even whispering - they were all holding their mobile phones.It should be a typing exchange.

I sighed, thinking I should explain.Probably the diagnosis is easier than my dictation, so I flipped through the folder, found out my recent medical records, and handed them to Yan Chaoling.

"Can you explain to them for me?"

Yan Chaoling nodded and took it.

I looked at them with my chin in my hand. In fact, the prescribed medicine explained the problem more than other parts.

Seroquel, Xifuzhi, bupropion, and diazepam.I am not very able to distinguish the specific effects of the medicine, I only remember which small pills I take a few times a day and how much I take.

Valium is known to be a sleeping pill, but it still didn't make me sleep well.I always wake up in the middle of the night and have trouble falling back to sleep.

There are all kinds of small pills, they are piled up in the packaging box, one small compartment after another, when the lid is closed, it rattles and shakes.Every time I stuff them into the box, I feel like I'm giving myself poison, and I even have the illusion of "I'll be free after I eat it".

Yan Chaoling took my diagnosis to a "small meeting" with two other roommates.I climbed into bed and curled up under the covers.

Yan Chaoling is the older one in this dormitory. He is one year older than the three of us. He also has a sense of responsibility to take care of his younger brother, and he feels like a "steady big brother".After a year of getting along, the other two roommates also convinced him.

At first, I listened to Yan Chaoling trying to explain to them, and then I watched them look up information on their mobile phones, trying to understand the names of the symptoms and what each medicine represented.But within a few minutes of listening, I fell asleep.

It was already afternoon when they woke up, and the three of them were all there, doing their own things.Hearing me getting out of bed, I looked over in unison.

Qian Yi has always been the most impatient one, he opened his mouth and then covered it himself.

Yan Chaoling asked me: "Is it better? Are you still uncomfortable? Are you hungry?"

"It's okay, I don't feel hungry."

Yan Chaoling frowned, "But you haven't eaten today."

He confronted me with the question of whether to eat or not.

I looked at the other two roommates: "You seem to have some doubts? Don't worry, I don't tend to beat people and destroy things. If you have any questions, we can communicate."

In the end, it was Qian Yi who spoke first: "In the beginning, the boss told us that you were depressed, but the doctor prescribed medicine for you, including epilepsy?"

I scratched my head, "I don't know, and I haven't read the instructions. The side effects are so long, I'm afraid I'm going to die after reading it. Besides, the medicine is not very fixed, and sometimes I have to change it."

I looked down at my fingers, with two hairs still hanging from them.I don't want to be bald.

"When I was hospitalized, the medicine was more than this. At that time, I would have sudden angina pectoris. Sometimes I would have sudden convulsions, and sometimes I had to be rescued."

There was even a week of rescue every day.

I recalled it, "I must not remember everything, and I probably remember that there were medicines for panic attacks in the past. Alas, anyway, I'm sorry, it may have scared you, and it may scare you in the future."

Qian Yi looked confused.Tang Hongxi sighed, "It's okay. We are just afraid that something will happen to you."

It may also be that they are afraid that they will be responsible for my accident.

I looked at Yan Chaoling, wondering if he would regret bringing me here?However, Yan Chaoling showed no expression, he just rubbed my hair and said, "Don't worry."

I can think of more than one meaning in an instant, and I don't know which one he thought of.I pushed his hand away, "Just in case I knocked my hair off."

Yan Chaoling let out a chuckle, and rubbed it again childishly, "If it fell off, it would have fallen off a long time ago, so it's almost gone."

I also laughed, "Bala?"

Yan Chaoling froze for a moment, "It's just...um..."

Hey, what a fool.

"Pulling describes an action, which can be described as fiddle. The person being puffed can be a person or an object. A simple description of an action, such as puffing and puffing hair, has the meaning of poking or tidying, such as pressing down the raised hair ends. Sometimes it is also done The meaning of selection, which belongs to the incidental meaning of the action, is to pull out what you want from a pile of things, such as pulling vegetables from a plate. It can also describe pushing and shoving a person, such as 'don't pull me'."

I didn't expect Ayu to answer my question for such a long time.Comparing Yan Chaoling's sudden speech impediment, I came to the conclusion: Yan Chaoling's language is not good.

At night I finally felt hungry, and drank a bowl of porridge with preserved egg and lean meat. Yan Chaoling looked dissatisfied, thinking that I ate too little.

A bowl of porridge is not enough for takeaway, so I bought a bowl of small glutinous rice balls and stuffed them for Yan Chaoling to eat with me.

Qian Yi came over, "Share me?"

Yan Chaoling glanced at him, "Don't you have food reserves?"

"Isn't that rushing for popularity?"

I held my own box of porridge, stuffed it into my stomach bit by bit, watched them make trouble, and teased Qian Yi and said: "If you want to eat delicious food, then I'll grab your food reserves?"

Qian Yi thought for a while, "Should I tell you to eat it, or do I mean to stop you? It doesn't mean to grab it if I just give it to you. If I mean to grab it from you, I'm afraid you won't be embarrassed to eat it."

Tang Hongxi turned his head to look over, and smiled at Qian Yi, "Hanhan."

Yan Chaoling and I laughed out loud.

They are so funny.The kind of fun that is boring and meaningless is what I used to envy.

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I got up early today and took the train to the next city to participate in the school recruitment of other universities, and finished this chapter by sitting on the light rail...