Back at the villa, a chill invaded, and Cheng Yi couldn't help but shiver. He took a breath and slowly walked into the living room.
He lay on the couch, curled up, with cold sweat continuously oozing from his forehead, and the pain in his stomach made him start to vomit.
Cheng Yi felt in his pocket, took out the medicine, but it was empty.
He frowned, threw the medicine into the trash can, and bent down to open the storage compartment of the coffee table.
The medicine he had stuffed in there randomly before was now neatly arranged.
Staring blankly at these medicines, his heart began to hurt too. He reached for a bottle with a cartoon avatar on the sticky label—every bottle had one.
And on these sticky notes was a string of neat handwriting, listing the usage times for the medicine, precautions, and the proper dosage.
Cheng Yi's eyes reddened slightly, his hands trembling involuntarily. He opened the cap and poured the white pills into his palm.
