Bo Yeyuan was so furious that his face turned ashen, tossing aside the quilt and attempting to get out of bed.
Leike and several doctors rushed to stop him…
Bo Yeyuan was so angry that he wished he could tear Li Qiyu apart. He had only taken a few steps when he collapsed to the ground, going into shock.
Suddenly, doctors and servants were thrown into chaos.
Li Qiyu furrowed her brows; he really did seem gravely ill…
Listening to the doctors' conversation, she learned that Bo Yeyuan was physically weak and still in a critical condition. His foot had nearly succumbed to blood necrosis due to frostbite; half an hour later, and he wouldn't have died of the cold but would have needed an amputation.
"No one has ever treated the Young Master this way," Leike admonished Li Qiyu coldly once the Young Master's condition had stabilized, "I trusted you, I left the Young Master in your care, and you nearly killed him!"
Li Qiyu's long eyelashes drooped, her gaze empty and cold.
