When they reached the sickbay, the school doctor gave Chi Jiao a simple examination. In the end, he determined that she had acute gastroenteritis and needed an intravenous drip.
Chi Jiao knew that her body was still very weak. Previously, she had overexerted her strength to teach someone a lesson and had eaten something heavier in the afternoon. This was retribution on her delicate stomach, which caused her gastroenteritis to act up.
She had some medicine with her, but Chi Jiao didn't want to use it right now.
She lay on the bed with a drip. She couldn't even bear to blink as she looked at Quan Jue, who was sitting on the chair beside the bed.
Quan Jue felt uncomfortable under her gaze. He frowned and asked, "How are you feeling now?"
"My stomach still hurts," Chi Jiao said softly.
Not that she was lying. It did hurt.
She had always been very sensitive to pain. The slightest pain could magnify several times, causing her to cry.
