After helping her sister onto the bunk to rest, Feng Qingyun almost pulled out her own hair.
"Sis, you're a doctor. Can't you prescribe some anti-emetic medicine for yourself?" As she spoke, Feng Qingyun knocked on her head, "I've really gone muddled. A good cook can't cook without rice, and our luggage only contains a few common medications, none for preventing vomiting. What I said was pointless. There probably isn't anything to buy on the train either."
Anti-emetic medicine?
Feng Qingxue thought for a moment, "I'll take a short nap first. Xiaoyun, if the conductor comes by, can you trouble her to find us a piece of ginger? Ginger slices can stop vomiting, I'll try to see if it works!"
"Alright! You go ahead and rest, Sis. I'll look after Xibao and Fubao." It's good to have a plan.
