Li Qingqing woke up with a stuffy nose and headache, not sure if it was because she got scared yesterday or from sleeping on the floor.
Anyway, she was sick.
Struggling to get up, she first applied some sickly makeup on herself, then changed into elegant but form-fitting pajamas. Lying on the bed like a sick beauty, she waited for Zhan Hanjue to come see her.
She had already asked Housekeeper Wu to report to Zhan Hanjue, believing he would come over soon.
Sure enough, someone came quickly.
Li Qingqing put all her acting skills as an actress into play, coughing lightly and projecting a delicate and sickly demeanor.
However, when the door opened, it was not just Zhan Hanjue who entered, but also Ningwan.
Li Qingqing frowned slightly.
Ningwan smiled and said, "Miss Li, how are you? I know a little about traditional Chinese medicine, let me take your pulse."
"Take my pulse? No need, I've already called my assistant to take me to the hospital." Li Qingqing declined.
