D*mn It, Who Wants To Be With A Love Rival?

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Ji Congzhe felt that his stomach was cramping, but after vomiting for a long time, nothing could be vomited out. But when he stopped for a moment, the nausea came back to his throat. Finally, he was shaking all over and weakly holding on to the wall. .

Lin Zhen was really frightened this time. In his impression, Ji Congzhe was always full of energy. During this period, he had been suffering from poor physical fitness. Especially today, when he saw him vomiting, his face turned pale and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

After a while, while he looked better, Lin Zhen hurriedly stepped forward to help him, "How are you doing?" Ji Congzhe

didn't even have the strength to speak, and could only breathe in small mouths, "Fuck, I'm spitting out snot all over my nose." Come out, go to bed...go to bed..."

"Okay." Lin Zhen helped him up the narrow stairs.

Even when Ji Congzhe lay down on the bed, he was not comfortable at all. In such weather, he was sweating hot and cold, and his head moved uncomfortably on the pillow.

"Do you want to go to the village doctor?"

Ji Congzhe frowned and shook his head. "Maybe he ate something bad. Bring the bucket."

Lin Zhen frowned and asked, "Still want to vomit?"

Ji Congzhe held back his breath and sighed slightly. nod.

Lin Zhen hurriedly went downstairs to bring up a lead bucket, placed it beside the bed, and then lifted Ji Congzhe.

Then Ji Congzhe retched a few more heart-wrenching times, and Lin Zhen felt his shoulder blades shaking, which made people feel heartbroken.

Ji Congzhe vomited nothing in the end, but this time after vomiting, he felt a little more comfortable.

"I'll lie down."

"Okay, I'll put the food here. If you're hungry, you can eat it."

It was already much better, but when he heard this, Ji Congzhe couldn't stand it anymore. He glanced at the food on the table and hurriedly Waving his hands, "Take it away! Take it away quickly!"

Seeing that Ji Congzhe might be vomiting again, Lin Zhen quickly picked up the bowl and ran downstairs.

However, when he went upstairs and sat beside the bed, Ji Congzhe covered his mouth and stared at him again.

"What's wrong?"

Ji Congzhe suppressed his nausea and said disgustedly, "You also smell of braised meat."

"..." Lin Zhen stretched out his hand and smelled it, "Is it there? Why didn't I smell it?"

"Yes..." Come on..."

Lin Zhen's face twisted when he heard that he was being disliked. It seemed that he was just focusing on the braised pork, and he didn't care about it anymore. "Then I'll go downstairs and chop the firewood first."

Lin Zhen went downstairs . After chopping firewood, Ji Congzhe took advantage of the fact that he was not feeling so uncomfortable and closed his eyes to rest, hoping that when he woke up, his body would be as good as before.

At about ten o'clock in the evening, although most of the trunk was still uncut, Lin Zhen was ready to take a rest. Rural people go to bed early. If he continued to cut the tree trunk, he might not be able to sleep peacefully.

He carried the bucket, towel and soap to the well, fetched a bucket of water, and washed it from head to toe. He applied soap several times and rinsed it clean. Finally, he raised his arm and smelled it. He felt that it was almost done. Just returned to the house.