Qi Yang nodded. He decided to eat another half bowl of porridge. Although he hadn't eaten so much in a long time, his experience many years ago told him that it shouldn't be a problem to eat two small bowls of food at one time.
Linger has no experience at all. Brother Yang has always had a bad appetite. When they first met, she didn't even see Brother Yang eating anything, but Brother Yang just said he was full. Later, it was her insistence that made Brother Yang obediently eat the small half bowl of porridge.
After feeding him two more spoons of rice porridge, Ling'er was about to remind Brother Yang not to eat too much, when he saw Brother Yang shaking his head and indicating that he would not eat.
Ling'er didn't dare to force him, so he turned around and put away the bowl and spoon. But when she looked back, she realized something was wrong. Brother Yang seemed to be holding back something, and his head was covered with sweat.
"What's wrong with you? Do you feel sick to your stomach after eating too much?" Ling'er hurriedly ran to the bed and asked with concern.
Qi Yang raised his head weakly, wanting to answer Ling'er, but was speechless, so he just nodded.
Ling'er was so anxious that he took Brother Yang's right hand to feel his pulse, but there was nothing abnormal about his pulse.
Ling'er looked puzzled when she saw Brother Yang's face turned blue with pain. Brother Yang's stomach did not spasm as usual. So what's going on
Qi Yang's situation seems to be getting worse and worse. He closed his eyes tiredly and leaned against the head of the bed weakly.
"Don't sleep yet, tell me how your stomach feels." Ling'er held his face in distress and asked softly.
Qi Yang slowly opened his eyes and replied with a gasp, "It was a little swollen at first, and then it hurt."
"Could it be that the swelling and pain are due to the accumulation of food that is difficult to eliminate?" Ling'er frowned , muttering to himself, "Porridge cannot be converted into blood, gas, and body fluids, and it accumulates in the stomach, causing abdominal distension and discomfort."
Qi Yang wanted to correct Ling'er, but he heard Ling'er's self-denial saying, "No, you How can this be considered discomfort? It's obviously so painful that I can't even speak."
Qi Yang couldn't help laughing after hearing this.
"You can still laugh at this time, I'm almost dying of anxiety," Ling'er scolded.
"It doesn't seem to hurt anymore." Qi Yang weakly comforted Ling'er.
"Really" Ling'er was a little doubtful of Brother Yang's words. He could tolerate the pain so well, maybe he was just gradually getting used to the pain.
"Really. It's not that bloated anymore." Qi Yang said, taking his right hand away from Linger's hand and gently covering it on his left abdomen, as if doing so could relieve the pain. Some pain.
Even if Brother Yang’s sudden pain was not caused by abdominal distension, it was closely related to it. Although the real cause of the pain has not been found, there are still ways to relieve the discomfort of abdominal distension. She asked, "Can I press it and see?"
Qi Yang did not answer, but only moved his right hand away. A glimmer of hope suddenly arose in his heart. With Ling'er's superb medical skills, he might be able to cure his strange disease that even Dr. Xu was unable to cure.
Ling'er was afraid of hurting Brother Yang, so he only gently put his hand on it. In his stomach.
Brother Yang’s abdomen was as flat as ever, with no symptoms of swelling at all, which made LingerHe frowned again.
"What's wrong?" Qi Yang asked.
"Do you really feel the pain?" Ling'er questioned.
Qi Yang nodded firmly.
"Did you feel like this when you ate too much before?" Ling'er asked again.
Qi Yang shook his head.
"Then what happened this time?" Linger was puzzled.
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