"I'll be right back." Song Tingfan ran out in a hurry, and soon Song Qin and Furen came in.
Song Qin anxiously asked, "Qiao'er, what's wrong with you? Did you fall somewhere?"
Furen circled around her, wanting to speak but unable to utter a word.
"I'm fine." Lin Qiao felt her stomach calm down a lot, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She quickly remembered the small bloodstain on her pants today, and her heart leaped into her throat again.
She thought it was just her period, so she didn't take it seriously.
In less than a quarter of an hour, Song Tingfan brought the doctor in. The doctor was panting heavily and sighed in relief when he saw Lin Qiao sitting well enough, thinking it might have been some serious illness.
"Where is it uncomfortable?"
"Stomach. It hurt once last night and again just now." Lin Qiao extended her hand to him.
