"Ugh—"
Meimei leaned against the sink, her face pale, pressing her hand against her chest. After vomiting all the milk, she kept retching.
"What's going on, why didn't you say you weren't feeling well?" Jiang Nan walked in, helped her up, and looked at her pale little face, furrowing his brow deeply.
"..."
Meimei opened her mouth, wanting to speak, but before she could say anything, she felt uncomfortable and leaned against the sink again.
By the time she raised her head again wanting to speak to Jiang Nan, everything went black, and she fainted in his arms.
"Someone, call a doctor!"
Jiang Nan's nerves tightened, he lifted her horizontally and quickly rushed out of the bathroom.
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"Young Master, no need to worry, Miss Meimei is just emotionally depressed lately, coupled with anemia, which caused her to faint. I've already injected glucose; she should wake up soon."
The female doctor took off her stethoscope and reported respectfully.
