Tian Lingyun frowned in pain, her mind a jumble, not even wanting to speak. Jiang Shisheng leaned slightly over, held her icy hand, and gently said, "Tiantian?"
Tian Lingyun was terribly annoyed, wanting to pull her hand back, moved a bit but lacked the strength. She said helplessly, "I had braised pork knuckles and instant noodles tonight, a bit more than usual."
Jiang Shisheng nodded, not making fun of her, looking very serious. He said, "This is indigestion causing your stomach pain. My family has a traditional remedy that can help. Just wait a moment."
Tian Lingyun drifted in and out, just hearing him speak beside her, but not clearly understanding what he was saying. After a while, her wrist was grasped by a warm hand, her arm slightly cold.
Instinctively, she opened her eyes to see Jiang Shisheng's face right near her. She recoiled, "What are you doing?"
Jiang Shisheng sighed, "I'm helping you release some blood."
