The blood test results of everyone in the Chi family were normal. This was probably a blessing in disguise.
Lin Yunyan knew that after her daughter fell sick, she cried every day. Fortunately, the old lady had already been admitted to the hospital and was still unaware of what had happened at home. Everyone tacitly chose to hide it from her.
Her heart could not take any more stimulation.
This New Year was destined to be an eventful one.
Chi Yi, on the other hand, had clearly been tormented by her illness to the point that she seemed to have become a different person in the quarantine zone in just a few days.
When Chi zuxu saw her again, she was lying on the bed, barely breathing. Her face was Haggard and wax-colored, and she looked like a candle that had been burned out. There were only a few tiny sparks left, as if she could be extinguished at any moment.
Chi zuxu held her pale and weak hand and sat down by her bed.
