On the third day of no news from Zheng Yue, Murong Qiao received a call from an unknown number.
"Qiaoqiao, I'm at the hospital…" Zheng Yue's voice answered.
Her voice sounded especially weak, making Murong Qiao frown.
Zheng Yue's condition sounded very wrong. Her tone was clearly calm, but Murong Qiao acutely sensed that something was different from before.
She got up to get her coat. "Which hospital are you in?"
Zheng Yue gave her an address and Murong Qiao decisively took a taxi over.
She had never thought that Zheng Yue would be hospitalized. Murong Qiao frowned and pondered, secretly guessing what had happened in the past two days when Nan Kang went to look for Zheng Yue.
The drive to the hospital was not far. Murong Qiao only took 15 minutes to reach the place Zheng Yue had mentioned.
She searched for the room number and pushed open the door.
"Zheng… Yue." Murong Qiao's voice hesitated.
