Su Ningyan felt her face getting hotter and itchier by the minute. She really wanted to scratch it, but she was afraid of breaking her skin.
"Uncle, my face is flushed, and I have red spots on my arms, it's so itchy."
Upon hearing this, Zhuo Junyue frowned, cursing his inability to see at this moment.
"Hold on, hand me the walkie-talkie."
Feeling uncomfortable all over, Ningyan picked up the walkie-talkie lying to one side and handed it to him.
Zhuo Junyue dialed the number two key, and five minutes later, Doctor Shao and the entire medical team arrived.
He personally examined Su Ningyan, determining it to be a mere allergic reaction.
Listening to the young master's earlier roar, anyone that didn't know better would think Miss Su was on her deathbed.
