The doctor gave Qiao Xu a few instructions before leaving.
Qiao Xu covered Yi Xin with a quilt and made sure her flushed face gradually eased. Then she left the room with relief.
"Xu Xu."
Lu Moqing had been waiting outside the door, and when he saw her coming out, he immediately walked up to her. His usually composed face was now visibly nervous and uneasy.
"Yi Xin is fine. She just needs to have the medicine for a whole night," Qiao Xu said.
Lu Moqing nodded his head, not asking more about Yi Xin's condition. Instead, he nervously looked at Qiao Xu's face and tried to speak a few times but didn't dare to say anything.
Qiao Xu raised her eyes and glanced at him, asking irritably, "Why are you staring at me like that?"
Lu Moqing pursed his thin lips and explained, "Xu Xu, what you saw when you entered the room... it's not what you think."
"Oh? What do you think I thought?"
Qiao Xu asked him back.
Lu Moqing was at a loss for words.
