Is This Reporter Also Paying Off Debts Today? Chapter 42

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One of the beds was already filled with daily necessities and bedding, and it belonged to He Liang.

Wen Di sat on the other bed. The conditions were much better than he imagined.

“Brother Wen, originally we were supposed to live in the collective tent next to it, but I can’t sleep when there are too many people around, so I set up this small tent alone. Later, the reporters who worked with me also lived in this tent with me. What about you? Is it a big tent or a small tent squeezed in here?”

Wen Di naturally chose a small tent. When there were too many people, he couldn’t sleep!Just squeeze if you squeeze!

“Brother Wen, I feel like you don’t look good, are you okay?” There are many mosquitoes here, and He Liang is worried that Wen Di will be infected with diseases such as dengue fever when he arrives.

He Liang was impatient. As he spoke, he leaned forward and stretched out his hand to test the temperature of Wen Di’s forehead.

Wen Di:…………

Wen Di ducked back without leaving any trace. Except for Lu Huaichu, he could not accept anyone of the same sex approaching him at such an ambiguous distance.

But He Liang didn’t notice Xiao Jiujiu in Wen Di’s heart. Wen Di hid behind, and he followed forward.

“Hey? Tsk, don’t hide! I’m almost on top of you!” He Liang tutted, expressing his dissatisfaction.

…What nonsense!

Wen Di turned sideways, turned over and stood beside the bed, staring down at He Liang, and said coldly: “I don’t like others touching me.”

He Liang was frightened by Wen Di’s tone, and his hand was still in the air: “Sorry…Brother Wen, it’s fine that you don’t have a fever. You…you should rest for a while, I think your face looks really bad.”

“Yeah, okay, I’m fine.” Hearing the whistle, he sat on the bed for a while, wondering if he had scared the child just now, “Ahem, I’ll lie down for a while, call me if you need anything.”

He Liangru, after receiving the imperial edict, quickly retreated to his side and diligently helped Wen Di tidy up the bed.

Wen Di took out a bottle of mineral water from his bag. Thinking of the oily flowers floating on the water storage barrel he had just seen in the “canteen”, he felt a little nauseous.

He didn’t bring much mineral water, so he put it away after drinking the medicine.

Water is a precious commodity here, something more precious than gold.

Being more prepared can save lives at critical moments.

Wen Di lay there for two minutes. The discomfort in his stomach made him breathless. He could only stand up and sit on the edge of the bed, but he did not dare to sit down too much, for fear that the dull pain would rise when his abdomen curled up.

He had no choice but to sit on the edge of the bed, straightening his back and covering his stomach with his hands, trying to suppress some of the rising sourness with the warmth of his hands.

Occasionally, a slightly bitter taste would seep out of the throat, and Wen Di quickly swallowed it, suppressing the feeling of nausea and vomiting.

After sitting in this military training-like posture for a while, Wen Di couldn’t sit still. Cold sweat had soaked his back. He could only pile pillows and quilts on the bedside of the camp bed, build a backrest that was neither high nor low, and slowly lie down on it.

From time to time there would be a very light gurgling sound in the stomach, and I would feel dizzy after hearing the flute. I couldn’t tell whether it was the effect of the medicine or a precursor to another burst of pain.

His consciousness of pain was somewhat blurred, and the fingers holding the corners of his clothes tightened again and again, and the skin on his fingers began to turn slightly white.

Wen Di buried his face in the quilt and let out an extremely suppressed sob from his throat: “… Wu… Lu Huaichu, I hurt…”

When his consciousness was blurred, Wen Di felt his body sink, as if someone had covered him with a quilt…

There was a stinging pain on the back of his hand. Wen Di slowly opened his eyes. What caught his eye was He Liang’s big face in front of him and a black doctor in a white coat.

The white coat against the dark skin is even more dazzling.

Wen Di frowned as he watched the doctor insert the needle into the skin on the back of his hand, then put two strips of tape on him, and then jabbered to He Liang and left.

“…What’s wrong with me?” Wen Di weakly raised his right hand with the needle stuck in it. As the arm was raised, some blood slowly flowed back into the infusion tube. After He Liang saw it, he quickly pressed his hand down and stuffed it back into the quilt.

“You must have stomach cramps. I couldn’t wake you up no matter how hard I shouted, so I had to run to the doctor. This liquid contains analgesic and sedative ingredients. It won’t hurt after the infusion.” He Liang had already hung the plastic sheet hanging between the two beds on a small hook on the top of the tent. There was less than one meter between the two beds, so there was no obstruction.

Wen Di nodded tiredly: “Thank you, it’s an old problem. I’m sorry to bother you.”

“Brother Wen… do you… have a serious stomach problem?” Without a Vajra stomach and Vajra anus, one would suffer from old sins in this environment.

This conclusion was drawn by He Liang on the second day he arrived here.

“Hmm…it’s okay. I had stomach bleeding two months ago and fainted before. It usually hurts when I’m hungry, it hurts when I’m cold, and it hurts when I’m tired. I’m used to it.” Wen Di counted it carefully, and he felt that it shouldn’t be too serious.

He Liang: “…Brother Wen can’t tell that your small body is quite durable.”

“Ah? What?” Wen Di looked back confusedly and looked at He Liang with wet eyes.

“It’s nothing. You have a good rest and I’ll borrow the kitchen in the health center to cook you something to eat.”

Watching He Liang walk out of the tent, Wen Di collapsed on the bed. The pain in his stomach was no longer as sharp as before falling asleep.

Most of his sleepiness had disappeared. He leaned on the bedside and realized that he was covered with He Liang’s quilt. The child was quite good at taking care of others. He raised his eyebrows when he heard the flute.

Bored, he picked up his camera and started to look through the photos he had taken in the morning. The devastated city, the huge refugee camp, the live ammunition facing him from the other side of the Jordanes River, the suffocating high walls, the long queues in the canteen, the desperate eyes in the tents…

War is always ruthless, ruthlessly taking away civilians’ homes, their peaceful lives, and their precious lives.

He didn’t know how long he had been looking at it. The watch was still in his bag, which was wrapped in the corner of the tent. He listened to the flute and fetched water. He didn’t want to get up and go to get it. He estimated that it had been about an hour. He Liang hadn’t come back yet. Did he go to make a nutritious meal for himself?

Just as he was thinking about it, He Liang was carrying a small iron plate with a small pot on it. The small pot was steaming and there was a pair of bowls and chopsticks beside it. He Liang moved a small iron bucket from outside the tent and placed it between the two beds as a table. Then he put the small iron plate on the iron bucket and said to Wen Di very proudly: “Eat! Brother Wen! Shiquan Dabu Porridge!”

Wen Di moved to the bedside, glanced at the unknown substance in the pot, and was speechless for a long time: “…”

“Come! Have a taste!” He Liang picked up a small bowl and scooped out a full bowl for Wen Di, then placed it in front of Wen Di: “The world is big and the earth is big, and the sick are the biggest. Brother Wen, let’s start! Don’t be polite to me!”

Wen Di felt the corners of his eyes twitch a few times. He picked up a spoon and stirred the thick porridge in the bowl. He carefully asked, “He Liang, what’s in this?”

He Liang seemed to have been waiting for Wen Di to ask this question for a long time. He looked like he was waiting for praise and said proudly: “The doctor said that I would give you something thicker and easier to digest. I thought about it and I could only make porridge. But if it is porridge from the canteen outside, you will definitely feel uncomfortable after eating it, so I made it for you myself. Look, the food here isBut I saved it from my teeth in the past two years!Not to mention rice, I also put some cornmeal and rusk into it, and cooked half a piece of compressed biscuit.Oh, yes, diced ham, I reluctantly gave up a piece of ham that I had saved for several months!”

He Liang said as he fished out each item from the small pot and showed it to Wen Di.

“Oh, by the way, the doctor said that your resistance is a bit weak, so I need to give you more vitamins. I went to the canteen of the health center and quietly stole two cabbage leaves. Brother Wen, don’t blame me for digging. There are only two cabbages in total. Today I want to feed the twenty or so people in the health center. If I steal too much, I will be discovered! Hey, I stole… After I got it back, I washed it and cut it into thin threads and put it in to cook.”

“What else is there?” He Liang looked at the “Shiquan Dabu Porridge” in front of him in confusion, and kept tapping the edge of the iron bucket with his fingers, muttering, but suddenly his eyes were filled with light as if he was blessed: “Yes, yes, there is also this! Dang Dang Dang Dang!”

Like magic, he took out half a banana from his pocket.

Wen Di:?

He Liang smiled sheepishly: “I’m sorry, Brother Wen. Logically speaking, you are sick, so I should have given you the whole banana, but I was so greedy that the smell of the banana kept tempting me! I couldn’t hold it back… so I broke off half of it and ate it, leaving only half of the banana for you…”

He handed half a banana to Wen Di.

Wen Di smiled: “Thank you, I’m so touched.”

He stopped worrying about what was in Shiquan Dabu Porridge. He scooped up a spoonful and blew on it, then put it into his mouth. Then, the smile solidified on his face.

“How is it? Does it taste good? My cooking skills are okay, right?” He Liang looked expectant.

“…” Wen Di swallowed the porridge in his mouth with difficulty, and forced out a polite smile: “Okay.”

In addition to the smell of the bottom of the pot being burnt, the salt in it was so salty, and the cabbage inside was too hard to bite…

“Really? Then I won’t eat it now! I’ll leave it all to you!” He Liang was overjoyed and almost jumped up with joy!

“Ah, your bottle of liquid is almost finished. I’m going to call the doctor to take a look! Brother Wen, please eat quickly!” After saying that, He Liang jumped out of the tent.

Wen Di looked at the bowls and pots in front of him with a troubled expression, and felt a faint feeling of nausea in his stomach.

It’s not the nausea caused by the pain, it’s the lethality brought about by the Shiquan Dabu Porridge, which is like a biochemical weapon.

…I really miss the vegetarian meal made by Lu Huaichu.

Wen Di thought in vain, as if punishing himself for being worthless, he drank the bowl of porridge while holding his breath and snoring.

Banxia novel, a lot of fun