He stood up and knocked on the door.
Hearing the knock, Grace Quarters got up from the bed.
She drowsily approached the door, opened it, and looked at the man standing at the doorway, smiling slightly, "Malcom, you came?"
Malcom Moore looked at Grace Quarters.
The girl wore a loose white nightgown.
Compared to the last time they met, she looked even more emaciated.
Her cheekbones protruded on her face, her complexion pale with an unhealthy red.
Malcom Moore couldn't help but frown, "How did you turn yourself into this state?"
As Malcom Moore spoke, Grace Quarters started coughing uncontrollably again.
She coughed fiercely as if she was about to cough up her heart and lungs.
Malcom Moore frowned even more deeply.
He looked at Grace Quarters and spoke decisively: "I'll take you to the hospital."
Grace Quarters refused, looking at the items in Malcom Moore's hands with joy, "Malcom, did you buy medicine for me?"
