Beside Old Madam Li, monitors were beeping mechanically.
A doctor in a white coat was using a stethoscope and listening, before pulling up Old Madam Li's eyelids and flashing at it with a torchlight.
He then instructed the nurse on which medicine to use, her optimal heartbeat per minute before turning and leaving the room.
"Young Master, things don't look well for the old madam," the doctor said with a somber look. "You know very well that she can't take any excitement. It's lucky she survived this time, but if there's a next time…"
He did not have to finish for anyone to understand.
Old Madam Li could die at any moment.
Ji Weixi looked up at Li Shaoling—he looked calm, and was not really reacting.
She was quite surprised since he was quite obedient to the old bag.
Reasonably speaking, shouldn't he be sad?
"Got it. You may go," Li Shaoling said flatly.
The doctor nodded and left.
