Chapter 29: I’m Tired, Let It All End

"She has acute gastritis. This condition is quite common, but the cause... well, well, well. To develop gastritis due to a prolonged lack of snacks? I’ve never heard of such a thing."

Inside the infirmary, the school nurse, dressed in a white lab coat, sat in her chair. Having just finished examining Chu Sijin, she clicked her tongue repeatedly. She looked at Chu Sijin as if she had discovered some rare, exotic animal, her expression filled with astonishment.

Qin Luo felt a dull ache in his head. He had complained countless times before that it was impossible for Chu Sijin to have a stomachache just because she hadn't eaten any snacks, but now that the fact was laid bare before him, he felt completely numb.

It wasn’t just the nurse who had never heard of this; even if you called in the world’s top doctors, they would all be left scratching their heads in confusion.

The nurse then said, "Now, there is good news and bad news. Which one would you like to hear first?"

Qin Luo looked at Chu Sijin, only to find her still sitting on the bed, munching on snacks. Her little mouth chewed incessantly, her bright, large eyes filled with pure, innocent light; she had no intention of answering the question.

Qin Luo sighed and said, "Give me the bad news first."

The nurse replied calmly, "Although the diagnosis is acute gastritis, the cause cannot be cured—at least not by me. I have never seen a similar case; it might even be a first in medical history."

Hearing such a serious assessment, Qin Luo’s brows furrowed instantly. "And the good news?"

The nurse smiled slightly. "The good news is that if you get a few authoritative doctors to consult on her, she might just be able to name the medical condition after herself."

Qin Luo: "..."

Besides "wow," what else do you expect me to say?

He rubbed his temples wearily, sat down on the side, and said, "Forget about the cause for now. Just treat her first. It’s acute gastritis, right? It shouldn't be that hard to treat, should it?"

The nurse thought for a moment and said, "Acute gastritis isn't difficult to treat, but for an ordinary person, it would still require IV drips, medication, or hospital observation. As for her... she can treat herself."

Qin Luo was stunned. "Huh?"

The nurse gestured toward Chu Sijin with her chin. "Look for yourself."

Qin Luo turned to look at Chu Sijin and found that she seemed to have completely recovered.

As she chewed, her cute, baby-faced features were filled with a blissful glow, and her clear eyes radiated satisfaction. From time to time, she would sway her body as if she were in heaven. Where was the agony that had made it look like she was about to pass away when he first carried her to the infirmary?

The miracle cure for all of this was none other than the bag of potato chips in her hand... or more accurately, her third bag.

Suddenly, a wave of helplessness washed over him.

Qin Luo leaned back in his chair, feeling dejected. He stared up at the white ceiling, his eyes gradually becoming vacant, his whole being radiating an aura of hopelessness.

He wondered, what was the point of him being so frantic, even losing his temper with his classmates?

Never mind the injections or the IVs; she could have at least taken a couple of pills. But no, she just ate a few bags of potato chips and recovered... How is anyone supposed to accept this?

He was depressed. His mood right now was one of extreme, utter depression.

The nurse, watching this scene, found it quite amusing. "Actually, there's no need to be so surprised. It may sound magical, but human organs are, to a certain extent, influenced by emotions."

"We often hear people say they have a stomachache or liver pain from anger. While that is usually an exaggeration, intense fluctuations in emotion can indeed affect the internal organs."

"Although I don't know the exact cause of her condition, you can rest assured based on her current state. I've examined her, and she is basically fine. I'll head out now; call me if you need anything."

She left, and this time Qin Luo didn't stop her. The room was left with just him and Chu Sijin.

*Crunch, crunch.* Another bag of chips was finished by Chu Sijin.

She looked blankly at the empty snack bag, then at the basket full of potato chips beside the bed. Upon discovering a bottle of cola tucked inside, her eyes lit up instantly. She reached out and tugged on Qin Luo’s sleeve.

"What?" Qin Luo asked listlessly.

Chu Sijin said weakly, "I... I want to drink the cola..."

Qin Luo: "...You look like a cola to me!"

He sat up abruptly from his "deathbed," glaring at Chu Sijin with great annoyance.

Chu Sijin shrank back, her eyes filled with a hint of fear as she looked at Qin Luo. However, perhaps the craving for cola was truly irresistible, so she stubbornly refused to look away.

Qin Luo was helpless under her gaze and could only silently take out the cola and hand it to her.

Chu Sijin was instantly delighted. She took the cola and twisted the cap hard.

Perhaps because she was "freshly recovered from a serious illness," she didn't have much strength. She couldn't open it on the first try and had to cast another pleading look at Qin Luo.

"I can't open it..."

Qin Luo: "..."

I'm exhausted. Let the world end. Just get it over with.

He took the bottle back, twisted it open, and handed it back to her. The feeling of having countless complaints bottled up inside with no way to vent them was so unbearable he felt like he might vomit blood.

After a while, once Qin Luo had calmed down slightly, he asked, "You said this has happened before. Was it also because you didn't have any snacks to eat?"

Chu Sijin had just taken a large gulp of cola. She let out a burp without the slightest concern for her image, her expression happy and satisfied as she said, "Mmhmm. I don't know when it started, but whenever I want to eat snacks and can't, I feel terrible."

"No wonder you always carry snacks with you whenever I see you," Qin Luo nodded in realization, then naturally handed her another bag of chips.

Chu Sijin took it happily, tore open the package, and began to eat blissfully. "Yeah, that's why I always carry them. But I’ve eaten too much these past few days and forgot to restock. I ended up eating them all during class today. I planned to buy more after class, but I didn't expect to collapse before I even reached the supermarket... Oh, right, where is my bag?"

As if she had remembered something important, her expression became flustered.

Qin Luo pointed to the small pink bag he had thrown on the head of the bed earlier. "It's right there. I brought it for you."

Seeing it, Chu Sijin breathed a sigh of relief. "Phew, that's good. That was a gift from Liunian. She would be angry if I lost it."

Qin Luo said casually, "You two sisters have a pretty good relationship."

"Of course! We're twins, after all."

"Aside from your faces looking similar, I really can't tell you two are twins... especially since your face shapes are completely different."

Qin Luo gave Chu Sijin a meaningful look. Chu Sijin was petite with a baby face—a classic, cute little girl—whereas Chu Liunian was over 1.7 meters tall, pale, thin, and small-faced. Other than their facial features, they really didn't share any similarities. Most people would likely find it hard to believe they were twins.

Chu Sijin was clearly aware of this, and upon hearing his comment, she said with some frustration, "You can't blame me for that. People have different constitutions, and besides... besides, I'm working hard to lose weight! I will definitely get thin!"

Having said that, she indignantly stuffed a handful of chips into her mouth.

Give it up, you little fool. The word "diet" shouldn't exist in your life—Qin Luo looked at her with a hint of sorrow, which then gradually shifted into deep contemplation.