Seeing him stride over, Carrie stepped forward and said reverently, "Sir, the madam is still inside, undergoing emergency treatment."
"How is the situation?" Nangong Xu asked.
"I don't know, it seems a bit serious," Carrie replied cautiously.
Although she was related to Nangong Xu, he always gave people a terrifying feeling.
Every time they saw him, they were like mice seeing a cat.
Nangong Xu pushed the door open and walked into the room, closing the door behind him.
In the bedroom, the windows and curtains were drawn.
The air was filled with a stifling atmosphere.
Nangong Ruyue lay on the bed, her face pale and weak.
Xiao Zexin was sitting beside her, inserting silver needles into her arm.
Seeing Nangong Xu come in, Nangong Ruyue's gaze immediately met his, as if she had something to say.
Nangong Xu took a few steps forward and asked Xiao Zexin, "Mr. Hua, how is my wife?"
Xiao Zexin said, "The situation is stable now, but we still can't be careless."
