On Monday morning, it was time for breakfast, but Ye Nanshen still had his eyes tightly closed, his face almost transparently pale.
Rong Qi gave Ye Nanshen a needle treatment, fed him medication, and then had Lu Chengzhou call Gu Ziye. She also called Zhuang Ling to cooperate, and everything was carried out in an orderly manner, so much so that even the staff at Clearcreek Mansion didn't notice anything unusual.
"I never thought my Little Qi was so capable. I should have just peacefully fainted earlier."
In the bedroom, a slightly deep voice suddenly sounded.
Ye Nanshen struggled to sit up. Rong Qi saw that and went to support him. Most of his weight leaned on Rong Qi, and she had to bear the pressure, which made her grit her teeth.
Rong Qi pinched his restless hand and said, "You are a patient now, why can't you act like one?"
