"How come my stomach hurts as well as my head and body? That's odd," Xu Zijin frowned.
"It's just a stomach pain." Yan Yinuo grimaced, stressing her words.
"Stomachache? Hungry because you didn't have dinner?"
After asking, the girl's face turned red and she lowered her head.
He felt he had guessed correctly, and Yan Yinuo also thought the same, which is why she didn't speak.
"Sit still, don't move. I'll go get some stomach medicine."
Yan Yinuo's lips moved slightly, but before she could speak, her uncle had already turned away.
As Xu Zijin brought the medicine kit, he also brought her some bread and fruit.
"If you are in a lot of pain anywhere you hit, let's go to the hospital."
He placed the items on the coffee table, and just at the mention of going to the hospital, Yan Yinuo's face turned pale.
"I'm not going, I'll take medicine."
Xu Lijing had been pregnant three years ago.
But she miscarried when the baby was five months along; it was a boy.
