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A wave of dizziness washed over me.
I accidentally fell onto the bed.
The bed was a mess.
Wrapped in my blanket, I struggled to take out my phone.
There were no fever-reducing medications left at home.
The nearby pharmacy was out of stock.
I could only contact my supervisor to request a day off.
My supervisor agreed.
I asked a few colleagues, but none of them had any spare medicine.
Finally, Guo Hua messaged me: "Mingli, try to find someone to bring you some medicine."
"No one is taking orders right now."
"But don’t worry, I’ll bring you some after work."
"Just half an hour left."
I glanced at the clock on the wall.
Time ticked away slowly.
Half an hour later, still no one was taking orders.
I had no choice but to call Mao Jian. "Mao Jian, can you help me buy some medicine?"
It was noisy on his end.
He replied impatiently, "Yu Mingli, how old are you? Can't you call a courier yourself?"
"Please hurry! I need it now!"
Mao Jian scoffed, "Yu Mingli, what are you pretending for?"
"Aren't you always calling yourself a Strong Woman?"
"Why is it that you only come to me when you're sick?"
I trembled with anger, "Mao Jian, what do you mean by that?"
Mao Jian sneered, "What I mean is, you need to be more independent."
"Haven't you been relying on yourself all these years?"
"Why do you suddenly need to depend on me just because you're ill?"
"Isn't this what you owe me?"
"You've always been strong-willed; now that you're sick, someone else has to take care of you."
"God has eyes!"
"Yu Mingli, listen carefully!"
"The total cost for the medicine is two hundred yuan!"
"Transfer the money first, and then I'll buy the medicine for you!"
I was so furious I couldn't find my voice.
My body ached terribly.
I shook all over.
Sweat trickled down my cheeks.
My back was already soaked with perspiration.
The room felt stifling.
The air was stagnant.
I struggled to breathe.
With great difficulty, I picked up my phone and transferred two hundred yuan.
After receiving the money, Mao Jian mocked, "Yu Mingli, you deserve to be sick!"
He hung up the phone.
I lay in bed for a long time.
But Mao Jian still hadn’t returned.
I slept for a long while.
When I woke up, Guo Hua was sitting by the bed.
She handed me a cup of warm water. “Mingli, are you feeling better?”
I nodded. “Thank you.”
“Guo Hua, you should go now.”
“I can handle being sick myself; I don’t want to infect you.”
Guo Hua shook her head. “Don’t worry, I’ve been wearing a mask the whole time.”
“Mingli, I brought you some congee.”
“Eat something before you sleep again.”
“Thank you.”
I hesitated. “What about Mao Jian?”
Guo Hua paused. “He…”
I frowned. “Guo Hua, tell me the truth.”
Guo Hua sighed. “He went to Ping Ping’s place.”
I was taken aback. “What do you mean?”
Guo Hua took out her phone and opened her social media feed.
Ping Ping had posted an update ten minutes ago.
“Brother Jian bought a lot of fever-reducing medicine!”
He is so nice!
"I'm sorry, Sister Yu. Brother Jian said you were sick, so I used your medicine first."
"I'm really sorry!"
The accompanying image is a photo.
Mao Jian placed a box of fever-reducing medicine into a paper bag.
Ping Ping leaned against his back, smiling sweetly.
My chest heaved with anger.
No wonder I was burning up so badly.
He gave my medicine to someone else!
Ping Ping has recovered from her fever.
Yet I am still burning with a high fever.
Is this Mao Jian's love for me?
In that moment, I was completely awakened.
I returned my phone to Guo Hua and tried to calm my emotions. "Guo Hua, I need your help."
Guo Hua asked curiously, "Mingli, what do you want to do?"
I lowered my face. "I want Mao Jian and Ping Ping to pay the price."
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