"…..." Tang Yige wished she was already dead at this moment; it hurt too much.
Finally, Yige's body was severely exhausted, and she fell into a deep sleep.
Ning Wenqing arrived at the apartment half an hour later, performed a preliminary examination on Yige, and started an IV drip.
"Mr. Ning, how is she doing?" Si Nan looked at Tang Yige, whose face was ashen, his voice hoarse.
Ning Wenqing sighed, "Bring Miss Tang to a medical facility another day, and I'll give her a thorough check-up."
Si Nan's handsome face turned slightly pale as he looked at Ning Wenqing.
Ning Wenqing frowned, his face solemn, "Miss Tang's health is already very poor. If not properly managed and controlled in time, the consequences could be unimaginable."
Si Nan clenched his fist, his moist eyes shaded over with a layer of gray, slowly turning to look at Yige on the bed.
He hadn't expected her health condition to be this bad!
How has she managed being alone abroad all these years?
"Look."
