In My Desperate Time
Chapter27 Stomachache

In the afternoon, Steven Song and I go to inspect the factory together.

Because I am busy with a document at noon, I don't even have time to eat and go straight to the south of the city with Steven Song.

A large part of the Song Group is making electrical appliances. The factory we are going to inspect is the factory that makes refrigeration parts for refrigerators.

I'm an interior designer, and I don't understand these things. I don't know why Steven Song brings me here. But there is nothing I could do but say yes to my boss's request.

The director of the factory introduces the parts to Steven Song while they walking, I feel dizzy and almost hypnotized.

I turn to look at Steven Song next to me, who is no better than me, he has yawned repeatedly.

"Look what's going on here, director?"

Fortunately, we are able to take a break when the head of the workshop asks the factory director some questions.

"It's so boring. Why do you take me here?" I look at Steven Song helplessly.

"It is because of boring that I have to take you with me, because you are very funny and I won't feel bored."

Steven Song says naturally.

Looking at his face, I really want to beat him!

How could be funny. Even Andrew Malan says I am so boring to death. I really don't know how could Steven Song thinks I am funny.

Steven Song is sitting there dozing off. I'm not the boss, so it's impossible for me to be as leisurely as he is. I can only play with my phone to kill time. Suddenly, I feel a sharp twitch in my stomach.

Oh crap!

I have stomach illness. It must be because I didn't eat for lunch. Now my stomach is protesting.

As expected, I feel my stomach start cramping the next second.

I snort and press my stomach. I bend into a ball, sitting on the chair.

Steven Song, sitting opposite, suddenly opens his eyes.

"What's the matter?"

He stands up and asks me with a frown.

"I didn't have lunch. My stomach is aching." I say breathlessly.

It is so uncomfortable to have a stomachache. It feels like a knife stirring in the stomach, even the gentle breathing pains.

"Why didn't you tell me that you didn't eat anything? You can come after lunch." Steven Song complains and he has come over to help me.

After the meeting at noon, Steven Song goes to have lunch with the shareholders. He comes back almost 1pm. He thinks I might have ate, so he doesn't ask me.

"I am afraid to delay the work." I says frankly.

The pain keeps gnawing at me, I feel so pain that I don't have the strength to speak.

Steven Song comes to hold me, taking me outside. He scolds me as he walks, "you have to eat even it's busy. If you are dead because of the stomachache, others would think I maltreat my employees in order to make money." His words make me want to laugh, but I couldn't.

I even want to cut off my stomach and throw it away. At least it would make me feel better.

The factory director comes out after finishing the work. He doesn't know what happened. He sees Steven Song taking me outside, he also comes to help, and sends me into the car as a driver.

The pain really drains my strength. I lie huddled in the back seat, hoping to get to the hospital soon.

After arriving at the hospital, Steven Song goes to register me in person and pay the fee. After the doctor's examination, it is an acute gastritis, which needs hospitalization.

Steven Song helps me to walk towards the ward. When I passed by the department of obstetrics and gynecology, I suddenly see Frances Louis and a woman coming out.

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