He always had stomach illness, and when work got busy, he often ate irregularly, skipping meals because he was too occupied.
Over time, he developed stomach problems.
Right now he might not feel anything, but once his stomach acts up, the pain is unbearable.
From this morning until now, he hasn't eaten anything. Everyone else had lunch, but he had no appetite, just drank two sips of water and stopped.
If this keeps up, it won't be long before he's in pain.
Lu Yin pressed his hand against his brow, "I have no appetite, you eat."
"No way, even without appetite, you need to eat a little."
If he doesn't have an appetite continuously, does that mean he won't eat at all?
Isn't this just torturing his own body?
Lin Qinqin opened the midnight snack, a bowl of steaming dumpling noodles, "I know you like meat. These dumplings are shrimp stuffed. Here's some marinated beef. If it's not enough, I'll buy you some more."
