The eSports King’s Crush - Chapter 292

Chapter 292: Untitled Feng Nai had briefly searched for remedies for acute gastroenteritis before coming to the pharmacy.

After all, this was the first time he was caring for someone like this, so he was more careful than usual.

Lifting his eyes, he said, “Hello.

If one has acute gastroenteritis, what other methods are there to ease the pain other than taking medicine?” “This would depend on the person’s symptoms.

” The girl packing the medicine was evidently a little excited.

After all, she hadn’t expected the handsome guy to start a conversation.

“Make a hot water bag for some warmth near the stomach.

That would feel better.

Also, try to have a light diet.

” Upon hearing that, Feng Nai said thanks and left the shop.

The girl watched that tall, slender figure from the back, feeling somewhat envious at heart.

If she had such a boyfriend to take care of her, she wouldn’t mind getting acute gastroenteritis three times.

However, why did she find that the symptoms that the handsome guy had described were quite similar to the symptoms girls experienced when they had their period? Feng Nai, who did not know that the female doctor had reached that conclusion, took another glance at his phone after collecting the medicine.

Then, his gaze landed on the supermarket.

After entering, he picked a few sticks of ham and also bought a bag of eggs.

Trouble Lin’s Little Brother liked to cook.

He should have rice at home.

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After getting all these items, Feng Nai then returned to the apartment block.

He pressed on the doorbell and Trouble Lin came to the door.

His small figure circled his brother as he reported, “Little Brother seems to be even more unwell than before.

” Feng Nai frowned again.

After putting the items in his hands down, he entered the bedroom.

That face was indeed paler than before.

He paused for a moment and then pulled out the electric hot water bag and put it to charge.

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COM Then, he walked over with the anti-inflammatory painkillers.

The water in his hands was neither hot nor cold.

The temperature was just nice.

He didn’t hesitate as he pinched a tablet and held it beside Mo Bei’s mouth.

Mo Bei opened her eyes but had no intention of swallowing it.

Feng Nai lifted a brow.

“What? Now, you know how I feel when I say that pills are difficult to swallow?” “What kind of medicine is this?” Mo Bei’s voice was evidently much feebler than usual.

Feng Nai’s voice was calm.

“Painkillers.

” Mo Bei didn’t say anything else.

In that position, she took the pill without even drinking water.

Compared to Feng Nai’s difficulty in taking medicine previously, she was much cooler.

Feng Nai’s fingertips paused for a moment, as if he wanted to shrug off that touch.

Then, he stood up from the bedside and tossed the hot water bag into Mo Bei’s hands.

Mo Bei’s back stiffened when she touched the hot water bag.

Her thoughts were whirling.

Did he know? No, it didn’t seem like it.

If he really knew, he wouldn’t be behaving like this.

Then why would he give her a hot water bag? Feng Nai, who had probably sensed her doubt, spoke up again, his voice still nonchalantly sarcastic.

“The outpatient doctor said using this thing can make you feel better.

You better recover soon too.

Your face is paler than a girl’s.

If you don’t get better, I can only take action.

” Take action? Mo Bei did not know what ‘take action’ meant.

It was undeniable that she felt much better with the hot water bag.

Surprisingly, Young Master Feng wasn’t that lousy when it came to taking care of someone.

Little Lin instantly felt that his brother was rather reliable.

He would bring him this and that, so everything went pretty well.

However, when it came to what they had to do next, the youth and the child were both slightly troubled.

Cooking porridge was really difficult.

Did his brother really know how to do it? He wouldn’t burn the kitchen down, would he? Little Lin was uneasy as he poked his head out from the side to watch.

He saw his brother gesticulating at a stick of ham while holding a kitchen knife, his brows tightly furrowed.

He looked very unreliable…