Qiao Nian thought for a while and said, "It's probably because the environment suddenly changed. Madam couldn't accept it for a moment and was depressed, so she fell ill."
As Qiao Nian spoke, her gaze fell on Madam President's hand. That hand was glowing purple. The more she looked at it, the more she felt that she was sick.
At this moment, a soft snort came from inside the bed curtains.
Qiao Nian subconsciously looked at the bed, but because of the bed curtains, she could vaguely see Madam President struggling on the bed and not sleeping well.
The President looked at Madam worriedly. Seeing that her eyelashes were trembling, as if she was about to wake up, he frowned.
In the past, Madam had often had relapses, and she couldn't control them. He could only get the doctor to give her a tranquilizer.
