Pretty idiots are born to be played with and ruined by their husbands.

Chapter 14 Has he...has he fallen so low in value so quickly?

So that was a lightning strike.

Ruan, a man full of wicked thoughts, silently wrote down the words Zhou Gangxun had just said, thinking to herself, "Zhou Gangxun is indeed cultured, able to come up with so many words. I really envy him for not forgetting them."

Zhou Gangxun took a taxi to the hospital, registered for emergency treatment, and went into the doctor's office.

The doctor paused, looking at Ruan Zhijuan, who was tucked under Zhou Gangxun's waist like a briefcase, and then laughed: "Which one of you is the patient? What's going on?"

Zhou Gang stroked his chin and nodded towards Ruan Zhijuan, briefly explaining the situation, "Allergic to peaches."

Then they put her on a chair. Ruan Zhijuan lay face down on the chair, her butt sticking out, just like she was put down. She didn't dare to pay attention to Zhou Gangxun's hand on her.

Zhou Gangxun looked at Ruan Zhijuan and listed to the doctor the number of peaches Ruan Zhijuan had committed and murdered in the past two days: "She ate three last night and seven today. In less than 24 hours, she ate ten peaches, which weighed three pounds."

Ruan Zhijuan's almond-shaped eyes widened. "Oh my, how did Zhou Gangxun know? He even knew that the old lady gave him an extra one, and that he ate the three last night too."

Zhou...Zhou Gangxun's previous business...was it shamanistic rituals?

He...he won't keep following him, will he?

Trash can: ...Guess.

"Seven?" The female doctor looked at Ruan Zhijuan in surprise. This amount of food would overwhelm even someone without allergies, not to mention the excessive fruit acids would irritate the stomach lining, causing acid reflux, a burning sensation in the stomach, and other problems. "How does your stomach feel? Do you feel nauseous?"

Ruan Zhijuan shook his head, clutching his round belly, how could he bear to spit out such a delicious peach?

The female doctor, wearing gloves, pried open Ruan Zhijuan's swollen eyes, shone a flashlight into her pupils, and gently pressed on the swelling. "Have you eaten peaches before? Has this happened before?"

Although Ruan Zhijuan couldn't see clearly, he felt several gazes directed at him, especially Zhou Gangxun's, which was so intense it felt like they were scraping his flesh.

"I've...I've eaten them before, who hasn't?" A pitiful voice came from Ruan Zhijuan's swollen throat. It was just that the peaches she ate before didn't taste good. "But before...I wasn't allergic."

Is it just because this peach tastes good...?

He's only allergic to delicious peaches!

Wait a minute, he had eaten peaches before, in his previous life's body, but in this body now... it seems that last night was indeed the first time he ate peaches.

At the Ruan family's house, he ate fruits he had never seen in his previous life, such as cherries, mangosteens, raspberries, and lychees...

The female doctor nodded and wrote down the diagnosis in the medical record, "It is indeed a peach allergy. Usually, the first time you eat peaches, you won't have an allergic reaction immediately, so you were fine at the time. But your body will record the sensitization process. When you eat peaches a second time, you will have allergic reactions like this, such as rashes, itching, and swelling in some areas."

"Judging from his condition, his peach allergy is relatively mild. Otherwise, if he had eaten ten in a row, he would have gone into shock and developed severe illness long ago. As long as he doesn't eat too many at once, one or half a peach will be fine." The female doctor wrote out a prescription, tore it off, and handed it to the nurse. "I prescribed him a few bottles of medicine. His symptoms should lessen after he finishes the injections."

Zhou Gangxun looked at Ruan Zhijuan, who seemed unable to take care of himself, on the chair. He grabbed him, moved him, and put him on the single bed in the ward. Only after settling him in did he go downstairs to pay the bill.

After receiving an IV drip and half a bag of medicine, Ruan Zhijuan's condition improved significantly; at least she no longer had to pant with her mouth open like a dog.

Zhou Gangxun watched the speed of the IV drip and adjusted it to prevent Ruan Zhijuan's thin blood vessels from being too fast and causing her to yell and disturb others' rest. He suspected that Ruan Zhijuan's ear canal might also be swollen.

He's deaf, that's why he has a loud voice.

However, Ruan Zhijuan didn't cry or scream when she was getting the injection. He thought that with Ruan Zhijuan's capricious personality, she would make a scene before she would calm down and get the injection.

However, in reality, after hearing the female doctor say that he would not die after the injection, Ruan Zhijuan stared intently with his eyes, which were barely open, as the nurse inserted the needle into his vein. Only after the medicine flowed in did he feel relieved.

Ruan Zhijuan's eyes, swollen like two walnuts, stared intently at the medicine bottle, making sure every drop flowed into his veins. Then he saw Zhou Gangxun! Just now! He touched the injection site! That blue thing!

His voice, still hoarse from not fully recovering, rang with a hint of tears as he said, "What did you just do? Don't touch it, put it back."

What if something goes wrong and he dies? Zhou Gangxun, if you don't understand, don't do anything rash!

Zhou Gangxun stared at Ruan Zhijuan with some surprise in his dark eyes. Could she understand this?

Did an IV drip cure his brain?

He placed his hand on the gear, but didn't actually touch it. He gave it a cursory, almost self-deceptive push, saying, "Like this?"

He then heard Ruan Zhijuan, who was sitting cross-legged on the hospital bed, peeking down at him through her slits, say with satisfaction, "Hmm, that's more like it. Don't touch it randomly next time. The doctor must have a reason for doing it that way. Do you think you're better than the doctor? I'll forgive you this time..."

"Fool." Zhou Gangxun lowered his eyes. Doctors are nowhere near as capable as him. He almost made a big fuss about eating a peach. How much better, he can have a feast after finishing the peach.

After Ruan Zhijuan finished speaking, he took a sip of the warm water with rock sugar that Zhou Gangxun had given him. He wanted to ask how much it cost, but his allergy seemed to have damaged his brain and mouth as well. What came out of his mouth was, "Zhou Gangxun, how many peaches did my doctor's visit cost?"

Zhou Gangxun chuckled, "Even with such a severe allergic reaction, you're still oblivious to the danger and thinking about those damn peaches."

"Small: 9 and a half peaches; Large: 16 peaches; Bed fee: 7; Registration fee: 1."

Ruan Zhijuan, her fingers not yet stained with needles, fiddled with the hem of her sleeveless vest, which was soaked with snot and tears. She muttered to herself as she calculated, "Three peaches cost 15 yuan, nine and a half peaches cost 25 yuan... two small packets of medicine cost 50 yuan, and this big one costs 16 peaches..."

「三个桃子15块，16个，80块……床位费35块……挂号费5块……」

Ah, it'll cost a total of one hundred... fifty-odd yuan!

Ruan Zhijuan couldn't calculate the exact amount; he only knew that the more he calculated, the more heartbroken he became. These peaches were supposed to be eaten by him, but now they were all wasted.

He was upset, but had nowhere to vent his anger, so he finally snapped at Zhou Gangxun, "I just paid for a doctor's visit! Why are you being so stingy? I'm your wife, it's only right that you pay for my medical treatment! Zhou Gangxun, you're really poor!"

One hundred and fifty yuan... Out of a thousand, there are only six items that cost a little over one hundred and fifty yuan.

"One hundred and fifty yuan... is it easy to earn?" Ruan Zhijuan asked softly.

Zhou Gangxun looked at him and teased him with a malicious and disgusted tone, "Even if you were sold, no one would want you."

Ruan Zhijuan was stunned. How could no one want it? He used to be able to sell it for a thousand, but now no one wanted it for a hundred and fifty.

Has he...has he lost his value so quickly? ಥ_ಥ