Nan Jiaojiao had been sick for two days, consistently taking the medicine Bo Yanching had found for her, but she wasn't sure if it was the right medicine, as her cold seemed to get worse instead of better. Her nose felt like it was sealed with cement, and even gentle breathing could bring tears to her eyes.
She couldn't bear it anymore and went to the clinic at the hospital.
While waiting for her medication, she took out her phone to play a game of Sudoku. When it was her turn, she stood at the window waiting for the doctor to prepare her medicine, when suddenly a hand reached over and took the bag of medicine from her.
"Got a cold?" Yaen Chi glanced at the two types of medicine.
Nan Jiaojiao instinctively wanted to say "mmm-hmm," but since she couldn't breathe through her nose, she said "ah" with her mouth instead.
"It seems quite severe. Your nose is blocked, and your throat is hoarse. Does Brother Yan know about it?"
