Meanwhile, An Ziqi was experiencing a persistent dizziness throughout the day.
She felt as if she were on a boat, constantly feeling disoriented. She had been feeling nauseous, and the smell of the disinfectant in the hospital made her nausea even worse.
She had vomited countless times, unable to eat anything except drinks. By the end, she couldn't even vomit anything out, which was the worst kind of discomfort.
Lin Man watched as An Ziqi, collapsed next to the bed vomiting, stepped forward and patted her back, clicking her tongue, "Look at the state you're in. It seems like you're pregnant."
An Ziqi, leaning on the edge of the bed, weakly replied, "Sister Man, you're taking pleasure in my suffering. I've already been wounded in action, can't you show some collegial love?"
How could she have known that a concussion could lead to such symptoms?
"No," Lin Man bluntly replied.
"Anyway, you've been with Moli for so long, why don't you have a child yet?"
