Jiang Ran didn't know the seriousness of the matter until she was taken away by the police.
If there was really a stain on her life because of this matter, then her career would be in trouble.
She really didn't want anything to go wrong at this time.
Therefore, her gaze fell on the little assistant who was also trembling in fear.
At this moment, she must not panic.
In the ward, Zhuo Zheng said to Jiang Yu, "I'm sorry, Miss Jiang. I suspected you earlier."
Jiang Yu slowly walked over. "I've implicated you today. How about this? I'll write a prescription for you. After you take it, you'll be able to recover in a week."
Zhuo Zheng looked at Jiang Yu in surprise. "What did you say? A week?"
The doctor had just said that he would need at least half a year to recover.
If he could be cured in a week, he would be able to make it in time for his concert.
The hope in Zhuo Zheng's eyes dimmed when he thought of Jiang Yu's age.
