In the afternoon, Edwin and I went to inspect a factory together.
Due to a rush on a manuscript at noon, I didn't even have time for lunch.
I headed to the south side of the city with Edwin.
A significant part of Global Money's business involves the production of electrical appliances, and the factory we were visiting manufactured refrigeration components for refrigerators.
I'm an interior designer, I don't have a clue about these things.
I didn't understand why Edwin had brought me to such a place, but as it was the boss's request, I had no other choice but to agree.
The factory director kept discussing the various components with Edwin as we walked around.
My head was spinning from all the information, I felt as if I was being hypnotized.
When I looked over at Edwin, he didn't seem to be handling it much better than me.
He kept yawning.
"Director, can you take a look at this issue here?"
Fortunately, the shift supervisor had a question to ask the factory director, giving us a chance to have a break.
"Why did you bring me to this boring place?"
I asked Edwin, feeling a bit helpless.
"Exactly because it's boring, that's why I brought you along.
You're an interesting person, so I don't find it as boring."
Edwin simply replied.
Seeing him like this, I couldn't help but want to beat him up!
Where am I interesting?
Even though James says I'm the most boring person, I really don't know why Edwin considers me interesting.
While Edwin dozed off, I, not being the boss, couldn't afford to be as carefree as him.
So I sat aside, killing time on my phone.
Suddenly, I felt a sharp contraction in my stomach.
I am done for! I have a stomach condition, it must be because I didn't eat lunch, now my stomach is beginning to protest.
As expected, the next moment, I felt my stomach start to cramp painfully.
I let out a soft moan, pressing on my stomach as I curled up in the chair.
Across from me, Edwin, suddenly opened his eyes.
"What's wrong?"
He asked, standing up and frowning at me.
"I didn't eat lunch, my stomach hurts."
I replied in a weak voice.
The feeling of stomach pain is really unbearable.
It felt like there was a knife stirring around in my stomach, even gentle breathing was incredibly painful.
"Why didn't you tell me you didn't eat?
I could have let you eat before coming here."
Edwin said reproachful, already came over to support me.
After finishing a meeting at noon, Edwin went for a meal with some shareholders and returned only after a while.
He might have thought that I had eaten, hence he didn't ask.
"I didn't want to delay work," I replied honestly.
The pain kept tormenting me, I was in so much pain, I barely had the strength to talk. Edwin came over and helped me up, leading me outside while scolding me, "No matter how busy you are, you should eat first.
If you die of stomach pain, people will think I'm torturing my employees for money."
His words made me want to laugh for some unknown reason, but I couldn't muster a smile.
I even had the absurd thought of cutting out my stomach and throwing it away, at least that might give me some relief.
The factory director came over once he was done with his work.
Not knowing what was going on, when he saw Edwin leading me out, he even helped by walking me to the car.
I was in such pain that I didn't have any energy left.
I curled up in the back seat without a word, only hoping to get to the hospital as quickly as possible.
Once we arrived at the hospital, Edwin personally helped me register and pay the fees.
After the doctor's examination, they concluded it was acute gastritis and I needed to be hospitalized.
Edwin assisted me towards the ward.
As we passed by the gynecology department, I spotted Michael coming out with a woman.