Qin Youxuan felt nauseous and wanted to vomit but couldn't, retching badly as her little face turned green.
Pressing against her chest and leaning on the headboard, she was too uncomfortable to speak.
All she could do was to anxiously watch Diwu Zexuan.
"It's nothing serious, just a big shock, a bit of a stimulus. Fortunately, someone was with her and noticed early. There's no major problem," Diwu Zexuan said meticulously after checking her over, retracting his stethoscope, and placing it in the medicine box.
"You call this nothing serious?" Dan Hanjie's enchanting eyes narrowed, his voice darkening.
"The emotional ups and downs were too intense, leading to some nervous tension. Relax, and she will be fine soon," Diwu Zexuan glanced at Dan Hanjie before turning to leave the room.
The butler soon brought up the decocted medicine.
"I'll do it."
Dan Hanjie took the medicine bowl from the butler's hand, scooped up a spoonful, gently blew it cool, then brought it to her lips.
