While the vegetables were cooking in the pot, Jiang Jiu poured Jiang Siyan a glass of warm water, "Have a little to drink first."
Jiang Siyan took a gentle breath and pressed against his stomach, his brows tightly furrowed, even moving seemed somewhat difficult.
Jiang Jiu, concerned, couldn't help but squat down to look up at him, "Does it hurt a lot?"
Jiang Jiu had heard that gastritis is a chronic and irreversible disease, that those with it really need to take good care of themselves; otherwise, they're sure to suffer.
Seeing that Jiang Siyan couldn't even get a word out now, Jiang Jiu was so angry she almost wished she could punch him, "I told you to eat properly; now you know what pain feels like, don't you!"
She picked up the warm water and brought it to Jiang Siyan's lips, "Take a sip of warm water."
Jiang Siyan weakly leaned on her hand to take a sip of water, then grasped her hand, "If you rub it for me, I'll be all right."
