Edward Stephens heard the sound of the collapse and turned around to look.
He cursed softly and quickly walked back, crouching down in front of Daisy Ginger.
Daisy Ginger was on her knees, looking as if she was about to collapse, her face as pale as if it were transparent in the sunlight.
"Daisy Ginger," he said, placing a hand on her shoulder and furrowing his brow as he looked at her, "What’s going on?"
Blood was still dripping from her nose, soaking Daisy Ginger’s shirt. She furrowed her thin eyebrows and raised her pale face to look at him, her voice sounding a bit aggrieved, "Edward Stephens, I feel terrible..."
To think she still wants to sign a contract in this state. Edward chuckled lightly and reached out to pick Daisy Ginger up from the ground.
The woman in his arms felt very light. He had never held her before, but she seemed much thinner than the last time they met.
He stuffed her into the passenger seat and handed her a bunch of tissues, "Use these to block it."
Daisy Ginger held the tissues to her nose, her voice sounding pitiful, "Edward, am I dying?"
Edward gripped the steering wheel and glanced at her, saying coldly, "Trouble like you lasts a thousand years."
Daisy’s voice sounded even more aggrieved, "I’m , and you won’t even comfort me. Edward Stephens, do you have any humanity left?"
She’s in this state but still spewing nonsense. Edward couldn’t help but roll his eyes and was too lazy to respond to her anymore.
The air conditioning in the car was quite strong. After a while, Daisy Ginger hugged a pillow to herself.
Actually, she didn’t have much energy left. She talked to Edward Stephens just to keep herself awake, but when Edward didn’t speak, her consciousness started to blur again, and she curled up in the car seat feeling cold.
Something soft gently settled over her, enveloping her in a faint smell of tobacco and the familiar scent of the man, surrounding her.
Daisy Ginger opened her eyes and couldn’t help but glance at the driver’s seat, catching sight of the man’s sharp and perfect profile. He was focused on the road and didn’t notice her sneaking a peek.
Daisy Ginger wrapped the cashmere blanket around herself, tugged at the corners of her lips, suddenly feeling a bit relieved.
Edward Stephens, thank you for coming to see me.
For taking me to the hospital.
At the hospital, they took her temperature, and she was immediately sent to the emergency room.
After a series of blood tests, the doctor’s expression grew increasingly grim as the results came in.
Anemia, malnutrition, abnormally high white blood cells, symptoms of gastritis, a fever spiking to 42 degrees, requiring immediate cooling.
In a time of abundant food, managing to bring oneself to malnutrition is quite an achievement.
Daisy Ginger sat wrapped in a blanket opposite the doctor’s desk, listening attentively to his questions, as compliant as a schoolgirl, not daring to look back at Edward Stephens.
Edward Stephens leaned against the door frame, his gaze resting on the woman inside.
The doctor asked her, "How many days have you had a fever?"
"I think it just started today."
The doctor furrowed his brow, tapping the desk with his pen, warning coldly, "Miss Ginger, if you don’t cooperate, what will we do if the treatment results are bad?"
It’s just a fever; why are there so many problems?
Daisy Ginger glanced at Edward Stephens at the door and saw his indifferent expression, without any other emotion, and only then did she respond reassuringly, "I think it started feeling warm about a week ago, but I drank hot water."
"What have you been eating lately?"
"Instant noodles." Daisy couldn’t help but explain again, "It’s not like I eat instant noodles every day, I also drink coffee." Malnutrition, what’s that supposed to mean? It really looks down on instant noodles.
The doctor gave her a look, as if he was staring at some stubborn fool.