HPDBC Chapter Vol. 1 Ch. 87
Chapter Vol. 1 Ch. 87
Chapter 87: Painkillers
When they returned to the dorm, Wang Jie was already lying on his bed, ready for an afternoon nap, scrolling through Douyin on his phone.
Wen Yang grabbed a towel and headed to the balcony, using it to wipe off the sweat from his face. His eyes kept drifting through the window to where Ning Chu was inside, hunched over, hands pressed against his lower abdomen, looking utterly miserable.
If Wen Yang’s suspicion that Ning Chu was a girl had been around sixty percent before, it had now jumped to eighty percent.
How could it be just a coincidence? For two consecutive months, within just a few days of each other, Ning Chu experienced stomach pain at the same time... If Ning Chu was still in pain tomorrow or the day after, it would be almost certain that Ning Chu was a girl!
All he needed was one piece of evidence to confirm it!
Wen Yang, after wiping down, took off his shirt, glancing down at his six-pack abs, feeling quite satisfied with his physique.
Ning Chu opened the door to the balcony, taking a quick look at Wen Yang’s body. A flash of envy crossed his eyes, and he quickly looked away, heading straight for the bathroom.
“You might as well take a shower.”
Was Ning Chu embarrassed just now? Only daring to take one look before turning away!
Wen Yang suddenly realized this was an opportunity. He glanced at the bathroom door, which was tightly closed, and immediately stepped into the dorm room.
He quickly scanned Ning Chu’s desk...
A laptop sat on it, with shelves on either side filled with cheap little toys and trinkets, all prizes won at the amusement park ring toss—gifts he had given to Ning Chu.
In one corner of the desk, a stack of books was neatly piled up, and a couple of pairs of shoes were tucked underneath. Although there were a lot of things, the overall setup was tidy and organized.
But Wen Yang didn’t find what he was looking for.
Feeling a bit guilty, he glanced at Wang Jie’s bed above and then back towards the balcony.
He hesitated, wanting to open Ning Chu’s drawers or wardrobe to take a peek, but the thought of violating Ning Chu’s privacy made him uneasy.
Fortunately, before he could make up his mind, Ning Chu returned to the dorm, collapsing onto his desk, hugging his stomach, and letting out small whimpers of pain.
Wen Yang immediately headed to the bathroom, but after just a couple of minutes, he came back disappointed.
There were no clues in the bathroom either...
It was hidden too well! Maybe Ning Chu wasn’t using pads but tampons?
“Wen Yang~”
“What is it?”
“Can you go to the pharmacy and get me some painkillers...?” Ning Chu’s voice was weak as he leaned against the desk, his head resting on the table. “I can’t take it anymore, it hurts so much.”
Chronic gastritis had never hurt this much!
In this hot weather, Ning Chu had been drinking ice water and cold drinks, washing with cold water—he figured this must be what they called menstrual cramps.
Too terrifying...
He couldn’t even think about whether Wen Yang might flirt with girls or trigger any plot events; all he could feel was a knife twisting in his stomach, tearing at his insides.
Wen Yang chuckled and picked up the kettle. “I’ll boil some water, and I’ll get you some brown sugar to dissolve in it.”
Ning Chu nodded weakly, curling up even tighter. He hugged his stomach, pulled his feet onto the chair, and rested his forehead on his knees, silently enduring the pain.
Not becoming the protagonist after transmigrating was one thing, not having any cheat abilities was another, but ending up as one of the protagonist’s harem members was already too much. Did they really have to torture him like this too...?
“I’m heading out now. The water’s boiling.”
“...”
Ning Chu didn’t respond, his face pale and sweaty, his tightly shut eyes trembling slightly from the pain. The sight tugged at Wen Yang’s heart.
Without another word, Wen Yang turned and hurried out the door.
It seemed only a few minutes had passed when the door opened again.
Ning Chu opened his eyes hopefully, only to feel disappointed when he looked up.
“Oh come on! Do I look so hideous that you feel disgusted just seeing me?” Zhang Shaoqing grumbled as he walked in with a small bag, annoyed by Ning Chu’s reaction. “I even brought you guys some milk tea, but you’re not getting any!”
“...”
He set the four cups of milk tea on Wen Yang’s desk, then noticed Ning Chu wasn’t responding and made sure to emphasize, “Did you hear me? No milk tea for you!”
“Where’s Wen Yang? Not sticking to him like glue today?”
So annoying...
Ning Chu just covered his ears.
“Sulking again? What’s wrong? Did Wen Yang get stolen by some other girl?” Zhang Shaoqing, oblivious as ever, dragged a chair over and sat down beside Ning Chu. “Come on, tell me! Time for your big brother here to give you some advice!”
“Here, have some milk tea. Sweet things help release hormones!”
“It’s dopamine...”
Ning Chu weakly corrected him, lifting his head slightly.
How did this guy even get into college?
Only now did Zhang Shaoqing notice how pale Ning Chu’s face was, along with the layer of sweat on his forehead. “What’s wrong? You look like you’re dying.”
“Ate something bad.”
“Oh~ I remember last time when you had a stomachache after eating at that Sichuan restaurant, Wen Yang bought some montmorillonite powder for you,” Zhang Shaoqing mumbled. “I’ll look for it in his drawer.”
“Hmm?”