Around nine o'clock, the doctor came over to do an examination for her.
"Your condition last night was very dangerous, so this time, you need to stay in the hospital for a week," the doctor advised.
"I understand." Jasmine Yale nodded.
The doctor packed up the equipment, said nothing more, and left.
Unexpectedly, just as the doctor left, Sylvan Cheney walked into the ward.
He had gone out to buy flowers.
Sylvan Cheney entered with a bouquet of Blue Demoness and had also bought a transparent vase. He placed the flowers in the vase, carefully and patiently adjusting their positions.
The Blue Demonesses were alluring without being gaudy, like noble queens, breathtakingly beautiful at a glance, especially in the sunlight, exuding a deep blue glow.
Sylvan Cheney, dressed in a white shirt, bent over, his eyes filled with a meticulous, sincere light.
That look was no less serious than negotiating a business deal.
