The white pill dissolved in her mouth, instantly releasing a burst of coolness.
Her itchy throat felt as though it was wrapped in a pool of cool water, much more comfortable.
Mrs. Olsen didn't drink any water and swallowed the pill directly.
"Cough cough cough..."
Suddenly, another bout of coughing erupted.
She smiled bitterly, just for a moment, she almost thought the pill was effective.
...wishful thinking.
Mrs. Olsen lay in bed, closing her eyes.
She was suffering from psychogenic chronic cough; for over twenty years, she had tried countless medications and consulted numerous experts, but nothing had cured it...
...
"Shirley? Shirley! Wake up!"
Mrs. Olsen slowly opened her eyes and saw Taylor Olsen standing by the bedside, the entire room as bright as day.
Were hospital incandescent lights this bright?
She was a bit disoriented and asked, "What time is it?"
