The next morning, as Jiang Feng sat on the toilet, he deeply regretted his impulsive indulgence from the day before.
So now the question arose, which hospital in Beiping City had a good proctology department?
A moment of spicy delight, a post-meal cremation site.
After Jiang Feng had a tough battle in the bathroom with some indescribable matters for dozens of minutes, he emerged physically and mentally drained.
The soy milk was finely strained, with a touch of sugar added, giving it a slight sweetness that went well with the taste of the beans.
"How about you don't go to the store today and have it checked out at the hospital instead?" Wu Minqi had never seen anyone end up like this after eating hot pot.
"No need for the hospital, I just need to rest at home for a bit. If I'm still not feeling better by the afternoon, then I'll go to the hospital," Jiang Feng said, attempting to sit down. His butt barely touched the chair before he sprang up, "I'll just stand instead."
