The next morning, the sound of vomiting could be heard from the bathroom.
Bai Jing frowned as she hugged the toilet bowl. She felt her stomach churning as if it was burning. Her bile was about to spew out as she sat weakly on the floor.
Si Qian heard the sound and rushed in without knocking on the door. He picked her up and reached out to touch her face.
"You don't have a fever. What's wrong with you?"
He pulled open the wardrobe and found two thick coats to put on her. "I'll take you to the hospital!"
Bai Jing pushed him away gently and frowned. Her face was pale, but she stubbornly refused. "It's probably just a normal gastroenteritis. It'll get better soon."
She was in a hurry to go to class and didn't have time to go to the hospital.
Si Qian looked at her back and frowned. He knew Bai Jing's temper very well, so he could only give up.