Yuan Chun came out of the bathroom and saw Qin Dashan standing not far away, eagerly looking in her direction.
Yuan Chun held her stomach, weakly saying, "Dashan, my stomach hurts a bit. Maybe I ate something bad. Can you take me to the hospital?"
Qin Dashan hesitated for a moment, "Yuan Chun, can't you bear it a little longer? It's not easy for you to take a day off. After we finish the work transfer procedures, can I take you to the hospital?"
Yuan Chun was sweating profusely from the pain. She raised her hand and slapped Qin Dashan, angrily saying, "Qin Dashan, can't you see I'm in so much pain I could die? Which is more important, a procedure or me?"
"You..."
Qin Dashan's expression changed, and he raised his hand, about to slap her back.
But then, for some reason, his temper softened, and he coaxed, "Yuan Chun, don't be mad, I'll take you."
Yuan Chun snorted coldly, "I think all you care about is work; you don't care about me at all."
