Qian Qi was momentarily taken aback.
After a moment, she reached over to lift the back of Sikong Wang's head, propping the pillow against the headboard, and then pulled Sikong Wang's entire upper body up, letting him lean against the pillow.
"Wait a moment, ha~" Remembering something, Qian Qi left the medical room and went to the kitchen to heat up a bowl of meat porridge and two pieces of bread.
She was a bit hungry, and discussing Sikong Wang's matter would certainly take a long time. If she was too hungry, it would be easy for her mind to wander, and her thinking wouldn't be as agile.
"Judging from what he just said, his mother's condition must have worsened, perhaps even reaching a critical stage..."
In the kitchen, Qian Qi leaned against the cabinet with her arms crossed, pondering while waiting for the porridge to heat.
