Chapter 251: Chapter 250: Who Told Me to Fancy You?
The doctor briefly asked about the condition and then diagnosed acute dysentery, requiring Zhao Meimei to be hospitalized for infusion treatment immediately.
While writing the prescription, the doctor said to Shi Yang and Zhao Meimei, "I’m prescribing anti-inflammatory and anti-diarrheal meds, it’s beneficial for recovery afterwards."
Upon hearing she needed to do ****, Zhao Meimei anxiously grabbed Shi Yang, "Brother, I don’t want to ***** I’d rather get injections!! Oh! I don’t want ****, I don’t want it!!"
Shi Yang held her, "Listen to the doctor, don’t make a fuss."
The doctor patiently comforted, "Dysentery needs a one-time ****, isn’t it better than constant diarrhea? When it gets serious, it can cause hemorrhoids, you know?"
Zhao Meimei turned to run, "I won’t go!! I don’t want ***** I’d rather die from diarrhea!"
Shi Yang quickly grabbed her, wrapped her in his arms, and forcefully took her to the examination room.
Behind the door, Shi Yang was worried and restless, wishing he could go inside and watch the nurse operate himself. At that moment, he had no indecent thoughts, just fearing Zhao Meimei’s timid nature would cause trouble, and the nurse might be impatient and rough, worrying Zhao Meimei would suffer and get hurt.
When Zhao Meimei was ordered to remove her pants and bend over the table, she bit her lip, tightly closed her eyes, feeling intense embarrassment and reluctance. She could stand confidently naked in front of Shi Yang, but couldn’t bear to do this in front of others, even if it was another woman. This position made her feel utterly ashamed.
A stream of cold liquid surged into her body, and Zhao Meimei’s tears welled up instantly.
The nurse said in an indifferent tone, "It’s done, try to hold it for a while longer before going to the toilet, it’ll be more effective."
Zhao Meimei pulled up her pants and walked out of the examination room, covering her face in anger at Shi Yang, blaming him!
Shi Yang quickly supported her, concerned, "How are you? Does it hurt? Should you go to the toilet?"
Zhao Meimei replied sorrowfully, "The nurse told me to hold it for a while... Oh, I can’t take it, brother, I need the toilet!!"
When Zhao Meimei came out of the toilet, she covered her face with both hands, leaned into Shi Yang’s arms, and whimpered miserably, "Oh, it feels like my butt is going to fall off, I don’t want to live anymore..."
Shi Yang worriedly asked, "Do you need to squat a bit longer?"
Zhao Meimei shook her head.
Only then did Shi Yang relax, and he hugged Zhao Meimei as they walked through the corridor, heading towards the hospital room.
That night, Shi Yang didn’t inform the family of Zhao Meimei’s hospitalization, fearing Zhao Dazhuang and Liu Xiue would worry.
Shi Yang arranged a high-end hospital room, with two beds inside, one for the patient and one reserved for the family to stay overnight.
Zhao Meimei had a total of four infusion sets, and when starting the second set, Zhao Meimei whined, "Brother, I feel terrible, I want you to cuddle me."
Zhao Meimei’s face still looked pale, her eye sockets were sunken due to dehydration, appearing very pitiable.
Shi Yang stood up from the chair, bent down to kiss her forehead, and agreed, "Alright."
Shi Yang turned and left the ward, returning after a short while, casually locking the ward door and putting two bottles of prepared infusion bags on the bedside cabinet.
He took off his shoes, carefully avoiding Zhao Meimei’s infusion hand, and lay on his side, stretching out an arm to cuddle Zhao Meimei, letting her rest on his arm.
Zhao Meimei murmured, "Brother, my stomach hurts, can you rub it for me."
Shi Yang slid his hand inside her collar, placed his warm palm against Zhao Meimei’s cold belly, and gently massaged in a clockwise direction, "Still hurts?"
Zhao Meimei hummed, "It’s much better, hurts on and off."
Shi Yang looked up at the infusion bag, checked the remaining liquid, then turned to Zhao Meimei and guiltily said, "It’s all my fault for being so busy lately, I haven’t properly cooked for you."
Zhao Meimei quickly comforted him, "It’s not your fault, it’s mine, maybe the lunch wasn’t clean, I won’t go to his place anymore."
Shi Yang felt relieved and kissed Zhao Meimei’s cheek, "I’ll notify your parents tomorrow, so they don’t have to rush over in the middle of the night."
Zhao Meimei nodded in agreement, her gaze falling from Shi Yang’s chin to his neck, following the collar inward to glimpse a protruding clavicle.
While looking, in this frail state, Zhao Meimei unexpectedly felt a twinge of attraction.
She shifted her body, pressing closer into Shi Yang’s embrace, her voice nasally and deep, "Brother, you actually took a bath today, didn’t you? Your body smells like a lovely lemon scent, it’s so nice."
Shi Yang hugged her, lifted his head to glance at the infusion bag, and replied deeply, "Yes, I just took a shower before picking you up."
Zhao Meimei slightly raised her face, her nose and mouth pressed against Shi Yang’s neck pit, she contentedly sighed, "Actually, being sick is kind of nice, at least you can stay with me."
Shi Yang felt heartache hearing that, raised his hand to rub Zhao Meimei’s head, seeing her comfortably half-close her eyes, he leaned back to sit up and helped massage her scalp, "Once your college entrance exams are over, I’ll take you traveling, wherever you want to go, we’ll go, and have a good time for a few days."
Zhao Meimei was elated, smiling with curved lips, "Really?"
Shi Yang smiled and nodded, "Yes."
Zhao Meimei looked directly at Shi Yang, seriously saying, "Actually, as long as I’m with you, it doesn’t matter where we go."
Shi Yang felt warmth spreading in his heart, immensely touched.
Turns out, when someone is filled with sweet satisfaction, an unexplainable excitement arises from deep within.
Shi Yang pulled Zhao Meimei close by the waist, gazing into her affectionate eyes, he leaned in and couldn’t resist kissing her face.
Zhao Meimei’s long eyes instantly overflowed with bright anticipation, she squeezed closer into Shi Yang’s chest, couldn’t resist wanting to reach out and touch him.
Shi Yang held her hand, interlocking their fingers.
Zhao Meimei struggled slightly, Shi Yang held firmly, his voice low, "Don’t be naughty."
Zhao Meimei grinned, teasing him, "Brother, you’re so good-looking, simply seductive, every time I see you, I can’t control myself."
Shi Yang displayed a cheeky expression, licked his lips lightly, "Do I look that alluring?"
Zhao Meimei tried hard not to laugh, "Why not, those handsome stars on TV all have makeup and surgery, fake, someone like you, naturally handsome, is the real deal, so charming."
Zhao Meimei said as she approached, kissed Shi Yang’s neck and collarbone, sweet words poured out as if they were free, "How lucky am I to have met you and have you as my man? Brother, I must have saved the entire planet in my past life."
Shi Yang was delighted being praised by her, unable to hide his pleasure, pursing his lips with joy, "Even without saving the entire planet, I’d still be your man."
Zhao Meimei gave him a sidelong glance and asked, "Why?"
Shi Yang’s eyes were dark, smiling with ambiguity, "Because I fancy you."