The student on the bed twitched uncomfortably, clutched his stomach even tighter, then gritted his teeth and told Du Heng, "Nothing's different, pretty much the same as usual."
No problem? Du Heng was taken aback.
Unexpectedly, a student on a bed behind him, the only one in the dormitory without any symptoms, said, "There is a problem. I told you, but you didn't listen."
Du Heng quickly turned around and asked him, "What's the problem?"
"The fried chicken tasted off. I had a piece, and it tasted strange. I even asked the Auntie serving in the Canteen; she said that the chef just added extra seasoning today. But I didn't trust her. I felt like there was something wrong with the meat, so I didn't eat it."
Saying this, the student even stood up and hopped around a bit. "See, I am fine now, not a problem at all."
Du Heng patted the student on the shoulder. "Thank you, Classmate."
