Qin Zhiyou looked at her with a slightly perplexed expression. "Why are you looking at me like that? Are you thirsty?"
Lu Weixi shook her head. She hadn't eaten or drunk much over the past three days and nights, leaving her body extremely weak. As soon as she was sent to the hospital, the doctor gave her saline water to drink and administered intravenous fluids with saline and glucose for a long time. Even now, she was still hooked up to an IV to alleviate her dehydration symptoms.
When the interrogation team came earlier, they actually brought her some water, which she drank. She wasn't very thirsty anymore, so she shook her head.
"Then are you hungry?"
Qin Zhiyou opened the food container, and the rich aroma of chicken soup wafted out instantly.
He explained, "I don't know if the food here tastes any good. I heard you just had surgery and can't eat salt, but there's really no better option for now. Tonight, I'll try to get someone to make something better for you."
