Jia Xuan's condition worried the whole family, especially Gong Lingtuo, who was so anxious that he kept holding her hand tightly, unwilling to let go. Having experienced a farewell from life, he was extremely fearful, like a bird startled from the bow's string. Any discomfort from Jia Xuan made him worry she might suddenly leave him.
Because of his anxiety, this man, standing at 1.87 meters tall, seemed fragile as a small beast, looking helplessly at Qin Qingnan, "Uncle Qin, what's really happening to Jia Xuan?"
Zhan Moxiao couldn't help but ask, "Qingnan, after trying so many methods back and forth, why isn't Jia Xuan's fever subsiding?"
Jiayun was on the verge of tears with worry, "Uncle Qin, please think of something, if she keeps burning like this, my sister will be in trouble."
