"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Nigel Clegg caught up and saw Melody Foster dry heaving.
Melody Foster waved her hand, signaling that Nigel Clegg didn't need to worry.
So, Nigel Clegg gently stroked her back, quietly waiting for her to regain her composure.
When she finally stopped with a pale face, he half-joked, "You're not pregnant already, are you?"
"How could it be that fast?." Melody Foster couldn't help but give Nigel Clegg a sidelong glance.
Nigel Clegg smiled slightly, "Then it might be because you didn't have breakfast and drew blood. You look awful, should I call the Doctor to come over?"
What somewhat surprised him was that Melody Foster actually nodded, "Have Darton come over to take a look at me."
"Darton Thompson?" Nigel Clegg frowned, "Her? She's hardly qualified, isn't she?"
Although Darton Thompson had graduated from Medical University, she still lacked sufficient clinical experience. In the palace, she was just an Assistant Doctor after all.
