"What's wrong with you, dear? Are you ill?" Ms. Lu asked as she looked at Manager Lu lying in bed, clutching his chest with a pained expression, and she was very worried.
Getting sick at a time like this could be life-threatening. Not to mention hiring a doctor, even buying medicine is difficult.
Manager Lu also knew that being sick was not an option now, and being stingy as he was, he was unwilling to spend a fortune on a doctor. He endured the dull pain in his chest and said, "It's nothing serious, just feeling suffocated. I guess yesterday's execution made me nauseous."
After speaking, he started dry heaving.
Ms. Lu hurried to support him, patting his back, "How is it? Do you feel better after throwing up?"
Manager Lu shook his head. He only vomited a few mouthfuls of sour water; how could he feel comfortable?
"Don't worry about me. Just take care of the house. Don't let Zhong Hou's family take advantage of the chaos and get benefits from our family."
