Nothing to Eat

Song Yihe recognized An Zhiwu and nodded to her.

After saying a few words to the doctor beside him, he motioned for An Zhiwu to come over.

Inside the office.

Song Yihe carefully read through An Zhiwu's report and explained, "Based on the test results, it looks like chronic gastritis. It isn't serious at the moment. I'll prescribe you some medicine shortly. Once you're home, eat a bland diet, get plenty of rest, and don't stay up late. Your mood is important with this condition, too. If you don't take care of it and let it progress, it'll eventually have a serious effect on your life."

An Zhiwu's first reaction was, "Doctor, does that mean I can't eat chili peppers?"

"Stay away from spicy and irritating foods. Other dietary restrictions vary from person to person, so you can look up the details online. If you recover well, you can eat other foods in moderation, apart from spicy and irritating ones."

When An Zhiwu learned she couldn't eat chili peppers, her face fell. How was she supposed to live from now on?

For a mukbang streamer who couldn't enjoy a meal without spice, not being able to eat spicy food was practically cutting off her livelihood!

Seeing her long face, Song Yihe took the opportunity to remind her, "Your stomach also needs regular care. You need to watch your diet, get enough sleep, and exercise."

An Zhiwu felt even worse.

In her line of work, never mind getting enough sleep—it was common to be editing videos and retouching photos at two or three in the morning.

As for exercise... she was usually a couch potato.

She looked at Song Yihe hopefully. "Dr. Song, what if I don't follow your advice and stay up late every night? Would there be any consequences?"

Song Yihe frowned. He actually didn't like patients who refused to follow medical advice.

"It could become cancerous."

An Zhiwu jolted at his words.

She grew a little sheepish. "I understand, Dr. Song. Thank you."

With that, she left the office.

Song Yihe watched her go, suddenly feeling a little annoyed with himself.

He admitted he had been trying to scare her a little. Patients who didn't follow medical advice were common; many who had just had surgery would even sneak cigarettes.

Compared to those patients, this mild case of gastritis really wasn't much.

Chronic gastritis was neither a minor matter nor a major one.

If it wasn't properly managed later on, many people would be tormented by it until they could neither eat nor sleep in peace, throwing up everything they ate.

So when An Zhiwu had brazenly asked him what would happen if she didn't follow his advice,

he had suddenly gotten a little angry and mentioned cancer.

Looking back on it now, he gave a derisive laugh. After so many years as a doctor, he had long since learned to remain unruffled. He had been rather childish just then.

An Zhiwu had barely entered her little apartment with a large bag of medicine when she tossed the bag onto the table.

Then she kicked off both shoes and flopped onto her bed.

It could become cancerous...

She remembered that her grandmother had died of esophageal cancer. Toward the end, she couldn't eat anything and had been reduced to skin and bones.

No, starting today!

She would start looking after her health!

As she was thinking about it, a WeChat voice call came in.

An Zhiwu answered, and Shen Songqing's voice came through the phone. "An Zhu, did you go to the hospital for a checkup? What happened? I saw people in the livestream group talking about it nonstop."

An Zhiwu: "I did. The doctor said it was chronic gastritis and told me to go to bed early, get up early, eat a bland diet, and exercise."

A complete old-person lifestyle~~

Shen Songqing: "Huh? How are you supposed to go to bed early with that job of yours? I'm just saying, that lousy job keeps you up later than a dog. Why don't you quit? I'll support you."

An Zhiwu was touched. "Then it's a deal!"

Shen Songqing: "..."

Shen Songqing: "So what are you planning to do next? Are you still going to livestream? If you don't, people will definitely roast you to death."

An Zhiwu was torn about that too.

If she streamed, she could only eat an old person's meal plan now.

If she didn't, everyone would definitely find out that a mukbang streamer called "Three-Hundred-Jin An'an" had made herself throw up in the middle of a livestream.

An Zhiwu: "Sigh, we'll see. I don't know either. I'll take it one step at a time."

She chatted with Shen Songqing for a little longer before ending the call.

Then she noticed her unread WeChat messages.

[Don't forget to write today's copy. Edit the video too, and post it on the platform.]

[You need to take the initiative with everything. Don't make me chase after you.]

[Also, you retouched too few photos yesterday. Do a few more today.]

After reading the messages~

An Zhiwu inexplicably thought of a production team's donkey!

Damn it!

Even a production team's donkey didn't work as hard as she did!

Then she remembered what Song Yihe had told her and steeled herself.

An Zhiwu: [Manager, I haven't been well lately. I'd like to take two months off.]

The reply came quickly.

[Impossible. One week at most.]

An Zhiwu: [But I need time to recover. The doctor said I have to go to bed early and get up early.]

[Xiao An, you know what our industry is like. Every radish has its own hole. If you take two months off, who's going to do your work? Who's going to maintain your public account?]

An Zhiwu: [Manager, I quit!]

Having finally said it, An Zhiwu breathed a sigh of relief, turned off her phone, and lay face down on the bed, burying her head in the covers.

Less than a minute later, WeChat pinged.

An Zhiwu opened the message.

[Approved.]

Damn it!

She was furious! He could have at least tried to get her to stay!

Lying on her bed, An Zhiwu opened Little Green Book and searched for "what to watch out for with chronic gastritis."

Then she slowly scrolled through the results.

She couldn't eat anything too sweet, such as sugar, chocolate, cake, ice cream, drinks, or fruit high in sugar.

She couldn't eat irritating things, such as chili peppers, barbecue, alcohol, coffee, or strong tea.

She couldn't eat foods that caused a lot of gas, such as sweet potatoes, potatoes, or soy milk.

She couldn't eat foods that were hard to digest, such as rice noodles, rice cakes, or glutinous rice.

She also couldn't eat anything too salty, too hard, or too cold.

After looking through it all,

she came to one conclusion: she could only eat plain rice.

What kind of devilish disease was this?

She was a mukbang streamer!

It seemed Song Yihe had said that if she recovered well later on, she could eat other things in moderation, apart from spicy and irritating foods.

At that thought, An Zhiwu felt a little comforted.

Pulling herself together, she decided to livestream today.

Since she couldn't eat spicy or irritating foods, surely she could stream herself eating healthy food?

She opened the fridge and took a look. There were still a few peeled shrimp from yesterday, along with two carrots.

An Zhiwu decided to make seafood congee tonight!

She got right to it.

She also ordered some vegetables on Meituan.

Half an hour later.

The delivery guy brought her the vegetables she had ordered.

An Zhiwu saw that it was still early, so she went to the bathroom to do her makeup.

After all, she would be on camera, and she couldn't neglect the details.

She spent another half hour finishing her makeup.

An Zhiwu looked in the mirror. The girl in it had red lips, white teeth, big, dewy eyes, and a delicate little nose. Her hair was tied loosely at the back of her head, giving her a polished, fresh look.

An Zhiwu was very pleased with her makeup.

She went to her room and changed into a pale yellow dress, then took her phone to the kitchen and prepared to start streaming.