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The phone in his hand suddenly rang. Jiang Shiyu picked it up and saw it was Yun. He answered, and a sobbing voice came through, "Jiang..."
Jiang Shiyu furrowed his brows tightly, his tone anxious. "Hao Hao, what’s wrong?"
"My stomach... it hurts."
Without hesitation, Jiang Shiyu strode toward the master bedroom. He opened the door, flipped the switch, and his gaze fixed on a curled figure beneath a black blanket. His expression darkened as he quickly approached and stopped by the bed. The girl had her head buried in the covers, her forehead glistening with sweat, her voice breaking as she sobbed intermittently.
Jiang Shiyu crouched down and pulled back a bit of the blanket, revealing Yun's pale, pained face. He placed his hand on her cheek, feeling strands of her hair against his palm.
"I'll take you to the hospital."
Yun shook her head and struggled to speak, "Do you have any medicine? I just need to take some."
Jiang Shiyu's expression grew serious, his peach blossom eyes filled with concern. "In this state, what can you take? We need to go to the hospital." As he spoke, he lifted her into his arms.
Yun disliked going to the hospital; if she went, she would definitely have to get an injection. The thought made her whimper even more. "I don't want a shot."
Jiang Shiyu held her close and, hearing this, let out a helpless chuckle. "You'd rather suffer than get a shot?"
With great difficulty, Yun managed to squeeze out a response from her throat. "Mm." Her voice was soft but resolute.
Jiang Shiyu felt he had no choice but to gently set her back down on the bed before heading out to buy medicine. He didn’t even have time to change his clothes as he rushed into the cold wind toward the pharmacy.
Fortunately, there was a 24-hour pharmacy nearby. After explaining the symptoms to the clerk and grabbing the medicine, he hurried back home.
Once inside, he poured the water he had boiled earlier; thankfully, it was still warm. He tore open the medicine packet, mixed it with water in a cup, and then carried it back to the master bedroom.
Yun was in so much pain that she could barely call out; tears were forced from her eyes.
She had never felt this miserable after eating barbecue before, and the only conclusion she could draw was that the stall was not clean. In fact, it was extremely dirty. She felt so unfortunate, as if she were about to die from the pain, and she vowed never to eat it again.
Yun regretted it deeply. Tears silently streamed down her face, her hair damp with sweat and tears, and her pale complexion made her look like a fragile porcelain doll.
Jiang Shiyu entered and picked her up. Seeing her pitiful state made his heart ache. He held a cup to her lips, his voice cold and stern. "Drink."
Yun's eyelashes fluttered as she closed her eyes and took a sip. The strong taste of medicine was bitter enough to make her frown, but she steeled herself and swallowed it down. She wasn't afraid of physical training or core exercises, nor did she fear tearing her legs or waist; she only dreaded the medicine and needles. Compared to getting an injection, she would much rather drink the medicine.
After swallowing a mouthful, Yun pursed her lips and frowned, finally managing to utter a single word through the bitterness: "Sugar."
Jiang Shiyu didn’t know she was afraid of bitterness and became flustered; there was no sugar in the house. Every time Yun breathed in through her nose, the medicinal taste surged into her brain and mouth. Without sugar, she could only make do with water; water would suffice.
Jiang Shiyu had never taken care of anyone before. After hearing this, he became flustered again, putting her down and rushing to pour a glass of water.
After drinking the water, Yun felt much better; the medicinal taste in her mouth faded, and the bitterness slowly dissipated, leaving only a hint of medicine in her nasal passages. Seeing that she had improved, Jiang Shiyu placed the blanket on the bedside table, pinched her chin gently to examine her expression.
She looked somewhat better than before.
Only now did Yun notice that he reeked of alcohol. "Did you drink?"
Jiang Shiyu released his grip on her chin, his voice hoarse. "Did I bother you with it?"
Yun shook her head; compared to the taste of medicine, the smell of alcohol was far more pleasant. Her complexion remained pale, her lips devoid of color, and her almond-shaped eyes were filled with tears, carrying a hint of illness.
Jiang Shiyu placed her back on the bed. The girl lay there, her long, fair neck exposed, with strands of hair tangled upon it.
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he spoke in a hoarse voice, "I'm just outside. If you need anything, just call for me."
Yun nodded gently, "Okay, thank you."
The girl's obedient demeanor made his heart flutter, and Jiang Shiyu dared not linger any longer before stepping out.
The door closed softly behind him, leaving traces of his presence in the air. The sensation of his fingers on her chin still lingered, slowly warming her skin.
Yun opened her eyes, a pained expression mingling with a hint of shyness.
He just held me.
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