She tried hard to steady herself, but still ended up colliding directly with the table. Fortunately, she reacted quickly and clutched her stomach with her hand, but when her hand hit the edge of the table, it hurt so much that she couldn't help but let out a muffled groan. The impact was so strong that she not only felt pain in her hand and arm but also experienced some discomfort in her stomach.
When Lu Jingchen snapped out of it, he saw Song Qiao standing there pale and bent over. His face immediately changed, his body instinctively leaning forward to see where she might be hurt. But the contents of the paper in the study kept replaying in his mind, and his body suddenly stopped, forcing down the worry in his heart.
At this moment, the hospital room door was opened once more, and a tall and upright figure rushed in from outside, striding directly to Song Qiao's side. A voice, concerned yet laced with worry, sounded immediately, "Qiaoqiao, are you okay?"
