A spoiled brat at max level transmigrates into the male lead's vicious ex-girlfriend.

The commotion was very small, but even without opening her eyes, Meng Mian could guess that Ji Silin had gotten up.

After getting up, Ji Silin went to the bedside to check on Meng Mian's condition.

Seeing that Meng Mian was still sleeping, although her beautiful eyebrows were still furrowed, her breathing was still even, and she did not have another sudden allergic reaction.

He then went to the bathroom to wash up.

I heard Ji Silin walk very quietly to the bedside and then leave very quietly.

Then a very slight noise came from the bathroom, and Meng Mian opened her eyes.

Meng Mian stared at the bathroom door for a while before closing her eyes again.

Ji Silin takes such good care of her because she is now his girlfriend in name only.

But being taken care of so meticulously is still quite heartwarming.

When Meng Mian opened her eyes again, it was seven in the morning.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Ji Silin and Lu Chen standing at the door of the ward, talking in hushed tones.

Lu Chen was also holding a multi-layered lunchbox.

They must be delivering breakfast.

Meng Mian had regained some strength and got up on her own, got out of bed, and went to wash up.

Ji Silin had just taken the lunchbox when he saw Meng Mian get out of bed, and he immediately strode over to help her.

As soon as they helped Meng Mian up, she forced a smile and said, "I'm much better now, I can go without your help."

But seeing her still pale face, Ji Silin put down the lunchbox and helped her into the bathroom.

Until she stood steadily in front of the sink.

He added, "Just call me if you need anything."

They just went out.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Meng Mian's face was indeed as white as a ghost.

Too lazy to look at herself like this, she finally picked up the toothpaste and new toothbrush to brush her teeth.

That's the good thing about VIP wards; they have everything, and everything is new and exceptionally clean.

After Meng Mian finished brushing her teeth and washing her face, she slowly came out of the bathroom.

Ji Silin, who was sitting in the reception area reading documents, saw him as soon as he reached the bathroom door.

He immediately put down the documents and came over to help her.

Meng Mian just glanced at him and didn't say anything.

She had already told him she was much better and didn't need help, but he wouldn't listen.

When Meng Mian reached the bedside, she discovered that the dining table on the bed had already been set up.

Breakfast was laid out.

A table full of food.

There were at least a dozen dishes, all extremely bland.

Even if there's a bowl of chicken soup, it's just clear broth with the oil removed.

It's the kind of food that's suitable for a patient like her.

It wasn't until she was helped to sit on the hospital bed that Ji Silin spoke:

"The rest should be almost cold by now, but for the chicken soup, wait until it cools down a bit more, then test the temperature to see if you can drink it."

He's so meticulous; he really remembered it.

Meng Mian couldn't help but glance at Ji Silin again, "Have you eaten?"

"I just ate. Call me when you're done eating."

After speaking, Ji Silin returned to the reception area, sat on the sofa, and began reading documents.

Meng Mian still experiences severe pain in her throat and body.

Looking at the breakfast spread all over the table, I actually had no appetite at all.

But she still slowly drank a sip of the plain porridge.

The white porridge slid down my throat, and the swallowing motion made my throat hurt even more.

Meng Mian's eyes reddened.

I don't want to eat at all anymore.

She sat quietly for a while before softly saying, "I'm done eating."

Ji Silin immediately got up and strode over to tidy up.

But the breakfast looked untouched, except for an extra spoon in the plain porridge.

It was obvious that the porridge had been moved so slightly that it was barely noticeable.

"Why haven't you eaten anything? Is it too bland? I'll have someone make something not so bland and send it over. The doctor said you should eat bland food for the next couple of days."

Meng Mian shook her head. "It's not a matter of whether it's bland or not, it's that my throat hurts so much, and it hurts even more when I eat."

Ji Silin then noticed that her eyes were red.

It's clear that it really hurts.

Seeing her like this, Ji Silin felt uncomfortable.

"I'm not going to eat anything for the next two days."

It was probably too painful; Meng Mian was acting a bit like a child.

After saying this, she lay down looking aggrieved.

She curled up again.

He curled himself up into a ball.

He didn't use his phone, didn't watch TV, and didn't close his eyes; he just hugged the blanket.

She is delicate and extremely pitiful.

Ji Silin felt even more uncomfortable seeing this.

But she's in so much pain, it shouldn't be a problem if she misses a meal, right?

Ji Silin didn't say anything, but insisted that Meng Mian eat breakfast.

But by noon, Meng Mian didn't touch the meal he had specially prepared, which was extremely nutritious, looked bland, but was actually delicious and visually appealing.

He was still lying there, curled up.

Ji Silin stood by the hospital bed, remained silent for two seconds, and decided that Meng Mian should eat.

It's impossible to go without eating for an extended period.

Don't you even look at how delicate her body is?

But Ji Silin didn't know how to persuade him.

Meng Mian was always happy when he transferred money to her.

He then came up with a solution.

He took out his phone and transferred one million to Meng Mian.

Meng Mian heard her phone ring and reached out to grab it to see who had sent her the text message.

The message was a bank notification: "Ji Silin transferred one million to you."

Meng Mian immediately looked at Ji Silin with pleading eyes: "What are you doing?"

Because she is sick and looks pitiful, her voice is even softer.

Ji Silin said expressionlessly, "Eat your food."

Meng Mian didn't speak immediately.

They simply returned the million to Ji Silin intact.

Then, holding the blanket with both hands, he said, "I can't let you be my lucky charm today, I can't do that."

Ji Silin was helpless.

Her voice softened unconsciously: "Then I'll go ask the doctor if you can take some painkillers?"

I thought that once she took the painkillers and the pain subsided, she would be able to eat again.

Meng Mian shook her head: "Even if I could eat it, I wouldn't. If it hurts, I'd just take painkillers, and I'd spend my whole life taking medicine."

Besides, painkillers can lead to resistance if taken too often.

She didn't want to have a serious illness in the future and need painkillers, only to find that those painkillers no longer worked for her.

Besides, every medicine has some degree of toxicity.

In her past life, she would avoid taking medicine whenever possible.

"I'm just really afraid of pain, it's okay, it'll be fine in a few days," Meng Mian said.

"A few more days?" Ji Silin frowned.

Suddenly noticing him frown, Meng Mian felt inexplicably better and smiled.

"It should stop hurting in a few days. It's not that I won't eat for days. My throat is just so sore right now that I don't want to eat anything. It's not like I really want to die."

Ji Silin coughed lightly, feeling a little embarrassed.

Having no other choice, Ji Silin had to let Meng Mian skip lunch.

But thinking that Meng Mian hadn't eaten anything since last night, Ji Silin was a little distracted at work.

He eventually left the ward and called the doctor over to ask him questions.

Meng Mian's attending physician at Ji's Hospital immediately said:

"She definitely can't not eat; her body can't take it, especially since she just went into shock and is very weak. She needs to eat even more."

"Prescribing painkillers isn't impossible, but the patient has to cooperate. If she doesn't cooperate, there's nothing we can do."

"That's normal. She had an allergic shock after eating Kung Pao Chicken with cashews, so of course her throat hurts now."

"But it shouldn't hurt that much, or be so bad that you can't eat."

"But if she's particularly afraid of pain, then that's normal."