When Xu Chuan returned to the room with the stewed chicken soup, it was already an hour later.

Xuela was huddling on the bed, looking half dead, with a bottle of ibuprofen on the head of the bed.

"Tsk tsk" Xu Chuan picked up the medicine bottle and looked at it, "How many have you taken?"

"Three, it will be better in a while." It seems that she has rich experience, or most people in the United States have a lot of experience in painkillers.

Xu Chuan shook his head. This thing is really effective for pain relief, but taking it for a long time will become more and more dependent on drugs. Just like the dosage of Xuela that could work with one pill a few years ago has now become three pills.

"Get up, I'll bring you some food." Xu Chuan put the soup bowl on the table. He remembered the chicken soup bowl of Hannibal in the morning.

Xuela got up from the bed in confusion, then looked at the other person pouring the soup into the bowl with surprise, "Have you made the soup for me?"

"Although I should be sure of it at this time, it was indeed made by the chef." Xu Chuan chuckled and pushed the soup bowl in front of Xuela, "Try it and it should be effective for your symptoms."

Xuela picked up the bowl and took a bite, "I thought you were going..." Before she finished speaking, she laughed.

Xu Chuan's face turned dark, but he didn't say anything. He turned on the computer and sent the video back to the company.
Chapter completed!