Ivy Jackson was awakened by the spasms of pain in her stomach, pressing against herself, each wave of pain made her feel ominous. Unable to withstand the pain, she crawled out of bed again and charged towards the toilet, where she vomited again, this time not blood, but bile...
Ivy rinsed her mouth and returned to the room, noticing that a glass of milk and a sandwich had been placed on the table.
She quietly walked over to pick up the note beside them, even though the handwriting wasn't very nice, she knew it was from her housekeeper, the only person in this family who was waiting for her every day to come home and occasionally cared for her.
"Miss, if you're awake, please eat something. Also, the second Miss and the lady are going to the salon at 2 o'clock in the afternoon to get their hair done and have a SPA-- Housekeeper."
Ivy gently crumpled the note in her hand and threw it into the trash can. Looking at the trash can, she couldn't laugh, but she said very lightly, "Thank you..."
Looking at the milk and sandwich, Ivy couldn't eat, but her stomach was too distressed... She struggled to drink the milk and took a bite of the sandwich, but as soon as she had a mouthful Ivy had to dash back to the restroom again, vomiting out the bite of sandwich and milk completely, even some bitter and nauseous bile.
Once back in her room, she sat down on the edge of the bed, curled up with her legs, and held her knees with her hands, her mind filled with only one thought repeating over and over.
Ivy, who are you putting yourself through this for? Ivy, is it for yourself? Ivy, why are you doing this? Ivy, why don't you just die instead of suffering so much? Ivy... Ivy if you want to cry, just have a good cry...
But her stubbornness and resilience, the habits she had developed, wouldn't let a single tear drop fall, which was ironically funny.
Getting up from the floor, Ivy opened the wardrobe, the monotonous white shirts, the monotonous black and white suits, or just a few pitiful evening dresses. Ivy once again felt sad for herself, she didn't have any leisure time for her own life, she was always struggling with her work, and this time when she fell ill and wanted to go to the hospital, she realized... she didn't have any casual clothes for going out.
She could only put on those usual work clothes, and then found a silk scarf to wrap her dismal half face, wore sunglasses and a mask, took her bag, and went out.
The housekeeper happened to be coming upstairs and was surprised to see Ivy dressed like this, "Miss…The lady and the young lady have gone out, I was just about to call you for lunch…"
"Mrs. Housekeeper, thank you." Ivy paused, looked at her housekeeper through her sunglasses and said with sincerity.
"This is...it's supposed to be." The housekeeper couldn't figure out what Ivy was up to, but was saddened by Ivy's 'Thank you'. Why was the normally strong and cold Miss speaking to her in this tone? Was it perhaps because she has seen her vulnerable side?
Ivy nodded at her housekeeper and then went down the stairs. She swapped her shoes at the door, retrieved the car keys, and drove away. The housekeeper stayed on the second floor for a long while, finally put the ointment she had secretly brought upstairs into Ivy's room, but upon witnessing the sandwich Ivy had only taken one bite of, she let out a deep sigh full of helplessness and sorrow, "this child… somehow it feels more and more heartbreaking…"
Ivy drove to Central Hospital in Clodish City and made a phone call with a business card. Soon a white figure came running out of the diagnostic building. As he walked near Ivy who was resting on the Audi sports car, he hesitated before he finally called out, "Senior sister?"
Ivy removed her sunglasses and nodded to Freya Meyer with a calm manner and directly said, "Freya, you once said you wanted to help me. I'm sick, can you check me out?"
Freya Meyer was a tall explosive stunner, the figure hidden under her white gown could be described as perfect, and she had the face of a vixen, yet when she saw Ivy's eyes and heard what Ivy said, she immediately lost her usual goddess image. Grasping Ivy's hand, she said, "Senor sister, relax. Although I specialize in men's health, my sister specializes in internal medicine, follow me!"
Freya's first half sentence made Ivy's stomach twitch violently, only her second half sentence made Ivy let out a heavy sigh of relief.
Ivy was Freya's senior sister, she had helped and guided Freya in high school and even taught a lesson to the boy who had dumped Freya personally, so Freya admired Ivy. Although they didn't interact much during these years, whenever they met, Freya always got excited. Freya has a twin sister named Emina Meyer, even though they were born on the same day of the same month, these twins differed greatly in appearance and personality. The only similarity was that they both became doctors.
Emina was not tall and her model was more towards the cute Lolita type, many patients mistook her for a nurse. Whereas Freya was assumed by many to be a sexy model cosplaying as a doctor... But because of Freya's beauty and figure, with the increasing number of male patients at the Central City Hospital, the performance there was getting better and happier every day, it became the most popular department, for which Freya received a lot of praise from the hospital director. Anyway these twin sisters who did not look like doctors were now by Ivy's side, which made her feel a bit edgy.
Emina quickly performed a gastroscopy and magnetic resonance imaging on Ivy. When Ivy lay in the bed with a saline drip, Emina gave a bottle of ointment to Freya, "Quickly apply it to sister's injury. It is sold for 800 USD to the outside, but for internal cost, it is 80, it's definitely worth relying on."
They had seen Ivy's face, so when Freya took care of her face with a face full of distress, she did not refuse, it was just a little... awkward.
"Senior Sister, how did you get yourself into this state! Look at your face, a woman's face is so important! You must have not been doing regular beauty treatments, have you? Although your skin is good, you have fine lines around your eyes! And also, Senior sister, how can you come to the hospital in your work clothes? You need to cherish yourself and take care of your appearance....When you were in high school, you wore your school uniform every day, and when you were in university, it was just jeans and T-shirts…"
"How did you know what I wore in college?" Ivy knitted her brows and interrupted Freya's chatter.
Freya looked innocent, "I've dated a guy from your Law and Politics University. But when he spoke poorly of you, I beat him up severely and dumped him!" After speaking, Freya still looked proud of herself, which made Emina couldn't help but roll her eyes at her, shaking her head helplessly, "Can you keep quiet? Senior Sister needs to rest. And Senior Sister, I need to talk to you about… your...body." Emina closed the file on the clipboard, looked at Ivy soberly.