"Are you sure you don't want to go? Your complexion is getting worse, and you don't need to feel it's a hassle. If you're really feeling unwell, I'll take you to the hospital right now. After all, your health is what matters most."
"What are you worried about? Funds or time? But regardless of which one it is, neither is as important as your health! Don't let a minor issue affect your whole body, right?"
Facing Mo Site's earnest persuasion, Wen Mian could only respond with a wave of her hand.
She couldn't even muster the words to refuse.
The feeling of dizziness became more pronounced.
Even though Wen Mian stood still without moving, it seemed as if the skyscrapers before her eyes were spinning rapidly.
She subconsciously took a deep breath, then lifted her eyes to look at Mo Site.
The concern on his face was palpable.
And he didn't look much better himself.
"Come on, let's go to the hospital."
