Luckily, there was extra. Auntie Zhang brought out the medicine box. Song Chuyi chose two types and went upstairs. Changqing came out with her legs shaking, her face as pale as a sheet.
"Told you to eat fewer crabs." Song Chuyi threw her the medicine.
Changqing took them pitifully. The effects of the medicine had yet to set in and she was still feeling terrible. She lay on the bed like a tortoise without moving while watching Song Chuyi change and wash up leisurely. She was extremely jealous. "Why are you not in pain?"
Song Chuyi looked at her sideways. "I didn't eat as much as you did. Besides, my health is way better than yours."
Changqing was devastated. She had to admit that her stomach was indeed weak ever since she was young, but she was still a glutton, so diarrhea was now nothing out of the ordinary.