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I grab my phone and rush to the bathroom.

I throw up everything in my stomach. I feel so sick; my head spins so bad, I feel cold and hot at the same time as if it is possible, and my stomach churns constantly, millions of knives piercing through my stomach with each breath I take.

I panic...

I manage to get my phone from the floor with shaky hands, and call Li Jie while still kneeling at the toilet bowl in case I need to throw up again.

Ring... ring... ring....

"Zhang Wei, I am about to go to an important meet-"

"Li Jie," I interrupt him, "I...feel...so...sick," I manage to complete the sentence.

He sighs at the other end of the line, "this meeting can change my career, so take some pills and sleep until I finish the meeting."

He hangs up...

The phone falls from my grip as the edges of my vision turns black, and soon my consciousness slips...

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