"Xiao Wen, say a little less. Xiao Luo definitely has his reasons for not going. Xiao Luo, it's okay, not being able to go isn't anything to be ashamed of. But if you have any issues, don't hide them from everyone. Remember, we're all brothers eating from the same pot."
Old Zhao's words made Luo Baochun quite moved, and it was this very feeling that made him even more ashamed: "Actually, it's nothing, just that I'm not feeling well today."
"Oh? Not feeling well? What's wrong?" Zhang Zhicai, as the team's doctor, was the first to inquire.
"Uh...it's nothing, just a bit of diarrhea, probably caught a chill while sleeping last night. It's not a big deal. But I can't control it myself, so I'm afraid if we go out, I can't hold it...that, that would be,"
Blushing like an apple, plus Luo Baochun was already quite stout, his big face looked as if it were glossed over.
