Yun Shishi, seemingly seeing through his thoughts, wistfully explained, "What a child looks forward to the most on his birthday is opening his presents! That feeling of anticipation is priceless."
"I'm unsure of what to buy for him."
"Are you free in the afternoon?"
She paused and thought for a while before suggesting, "Are you willing to go shopping with me? I'm shopping for Youyou's birthday present."
He nodded in agreement without hesitation.
She could not help feeling a little elated.
She knew very well how busy he often was. Since he controlled a conglomerate, it was a given that he would be occupied with work!
Thus, she was rather surprised and happy to know that he was willing to go shopping with her at the mall. For some reason, her mood was elevated to the extent of the sky outside the window seemingly becoming extra brighter and more cheerful.
Today would be a good day.
After she had washed herself and walked out of the washroom, she saw that the man had already changed into a casual outfit and was lounging on the couch. Just as she came over to say something to him, she noticed his strange look. His body was slumped heavily on the couch and his head was slightly drooping to the side as he struggled for breath.
His fingers were clenching the couch handles in a death grip, looking as if he were in pain. She was stunned by this.
Leaning over slightly, she saw beads of cold perspiration dripping from his forehead. His handsome face was frighteningly wan!
"What… What's happening to you?"
"Gastritis," he mumbled, trying to mask the agony with his husky voice.
She suddenly recalled him looking the worse for wear earlier.
When he hugged her from behind, she sensed him moving rigidly and leaning his heavy body on her more than usual, but she did not pay much attention to it then.
She did not know that he was suffering from severe gastritis.
The root of this illness was the death of his mother a decade ago. Jiang Yishan's passing was a huge blow to him, and for a time, he lost his will to live.
He locked himself in a room without food and drink. That was a dark period of his life.
His mother meant everything to him in this life, and her death was too much for him to bear, so he neglected his body afterward. He even turned anorexic and lost massive weight within a month.
Although he was finally cured of anorexia, his gastric problem would recur if he did not keep to his three meals on time.
Whenever the gastritis acted up, it would be excruciating for him despite his high threshold for pain. For that reason, he had gastric medication accessible at home.
He lifted his heavy eyelids and pointed to the cabinet. "Medicine…"
Only then did she realize how serious his problem was. Youyou, who also suffered from a slight case of gastritis, would exhibit such a pain-filled look, which really saddened her.
Following where he had pointed to, she rifled through each drawer of the cabinet until she found the medication box. After setting aside the rest of the simple remedies, what was left inside the box was the gastric medication, Weishuning.
She read the dosage instruction and prepared two tablets with a glass of water for him.
He reached his hand for the glass, only for it to slip through his fingers when another excruciating colic racked his body. Pomp! The glass fell and water splattered on the floor. Tiny shards of glass flew and cut her arms.
His body stumbled to one side and he fell heavily onto the couch. His well-chiseled features contorted with great pain as if he would pass out from it at any moment.