"I really am fine..." Luo Xiaoqian had only spoken a few words when suddenly she was seized by another bout of dry heaving, bending over and retching for a long time without anything coming out.
When she straightened up again, Leng Zimo looked at her pale face and furrowed his brow as he steadied her shoulders, "Be honest with me, how many days has it been?"
"It's been..." Luo Xiaoqian pursed her lips, "like three or four days now."
Because she had been busy these past few days, she hadn't had much of an appetite, and with the hot weather, Luo Xiaoqian had just assumed it was a mild case of heatstroke and didn't think much of it. Additionally, with all that had happened today, she hadn't mentioned it to him.
"Idiot!" Leng Zimo cursed softly, wrapping his arms around her waist, "We're going to the hospital right now."
