So hungry.
Rolling in bed really does consume a lot of energy.
Xia Chuyan reattached her dropped jaw and pointed at Xia Weibao, "Weren't you... sick?"
Although it was because of the drug that she got sick, it was indeed a cold.
And a very serious cold that made her faint.
Shouldn't she be so weak she has no appetite?
Why is she eating like a pig!
Xia Weibao feebly supported her forehead and leaned weakly against the sofa, "Yeah, really sick, have to eat a lot to get better."
Xia Chuyan, "...I'll go get you another serving."
"Two servings, and a few packs of spicy strips, if there are potato chips, chicken feet, beef jerky, bring me some too, thank you."
Xia Chuyan, "...Okay."
She couldn't understand the patient's taste anymore...
Soon, Xia Chuyan brought the meals and snacks, Xia Weibao swept everything away, then weakly lay back on the bed.
Looking like she's about to breathe her last.
However, after Xia Chuyan left, she got up again.
