She vomited again.
Mo Xun looked at her worriedly, "Did you take the stomach medication the hospital prescribed the night before last?"
She shook her head, "I left it at work, got a bit busy and forgot to take it."
Mo Xun felt somewhat helpless; she was that kind of woman, always forgetting everything else when she got busy.
Mo Xun helped her into the guest bedroom and poured her a glass of water, "How do you feel now? Is your stomach still uncomfortable?"
"Stuffed." Tang ZhiLuo lay on the bed, giving a miserable reply.
"I'll go look for some stomach medicine for you." Mo Xun tucked her in with the blanket and went to find medicine in the cabinet, only to discover they didn't have any at home.
Mo Xun had no choice but to don his clothes and go out to buy some.
It was past three in the morning as Mo Xun searched the streets for a 24-hour pharmacy.
He roamed street after street and finally found one.
It was raining outside, as Mo Xun braved the rain to enter the pharmacy.