Qin Youxue was drifting in and out of consciousness, sleeping deeply.
Perhaps she didn't want to see someone, or maybe she wanted to escape reality; this time, she didn't wake up for a long time after falling asleep.
At noon the next day, a nurse who came to check her condition discovered the situation and hurriedly reported it to Ji Chuyun.
"Professor Ji," the nurse, a bit frightened, approached Ji Chuyun to report, "there's something wrong with Miss Qin."
Upon hearing this, Ji Chuyun immediately put down the equipment he was studying and turned to her, "What's going on?"
"She's in a coma again," the nurse said urgently, "and her vital signs are very weak, she's severely anemic, and she's running a slight fever."
Ji Chuyun nodded and walked out of the lab, quickly heading towards Qin Youxue's ward.
Qin Youxue lay there just like before, but her complexion was even paler than when she was brought in, the whole person exuded an aura of death.
