Assistant Yuan and Miaomiao wanted Nan Ge to go back and rest, but Nan Ge rejected them.
"Go back. I'll be fine here."
"Didn't the doctor say that he'll be fine after the drip? I'll just wait for the IV drip to finish. I'll be just fine."
Assistant Yuan wanted to say something, but Miaomiao pulled him back. "Alright. If you have any problems, we're just a call away."
"Yes, okay." Nan Ge nodded and watched the two of them leave.
In the corridor, Miaomiao let go of Assistant Yuan's hand and rolled her eyes. "You shouldn't have told her the truth back then."
"I also hesitated." Although Assistant Yuan also blamed himself, he had to say this sooner or later. "President Shen hid it from her and doesn't want her to worry. I get it."
"But this alcohol allergy is not a small matter. President Shen forcefully endured it this time, but there might be a next time. This time, it was quite timely, but what if he goes into shock next time?"
