Everything in front of him was utterly confusing.
Yan Xiaye's nerves were stretched to the limit, compounded by a restless night.
The headache intensified sharply, and her rigid body suddenly went limp as she silently fainted into Ji Liangchen's arms.
"Yan Xiaye, Yan Xiaye?"
Noticing something wrong with her, Ji Liangchen looked down at her haggard little face, not missing the dark circles beneath her eyes.
Reluctantly letting go of the soft, boneless body, he looked up at the quiet corridor, shouting loudly, "Someone, I need to see the family doctor, immediately!"
As soon as he finished speaking, several maids peeked around the corner of the corridor, and upon seeing the scene, they hurriedly ran off, seemingly to find the family doctor.
To prevent others from gossiping, Ji Liangchen had no choice but to sit the unconscious Yan Xiaye on the couch, anxiously awaiting the arrival of the family doctor.
"Sir, what's wrong with this lady?"
