What's wrong with the man?

W: Hi, this is Vivian. Do you know where I am now?
M: Of course I don't.
W: It's so exciting I am here in New York! My company sends me here for a project. And I think maybe we could get together today.
M: I'd love to, but I'm sick as a dog.
W: You do sound awful. Do you have a cold or the flu?
M: I don't know. All I know is that I want to die. I'm burning up and throwing up all over the place.
W: Oh, you men are such babies when you're sick. Listen. I'm at the ll6th Street. Just tell me how to get to your place and I'll come up to visit you.
M: Take the 104 bus uptown and get off at the 168th Street. I'm at 904 Haven Avenue, apartment 3A on the third floor.
W: I'll be there in less than an hour.
M: I'll probably be dead by then.
W: Oh, stop it. Do you have any food in the house?
M: I don't know.
W: Never mind. I'll bring you some Chinese medicine I have in my bag and make some soup for you.
M: Thanks.