"Damn it!" he moved his body and let out a low growl. If things kept going like this, he really would become a consumptive. Would Qianxue still want him in this state?
He bent his knees, exerted force with his waist, and took a breath. But to no avail, he couldn't prop up his upper body.
"Damn it!" he cursed again.
He wanted to see his little woman, to know that she was safe and unharmed, to find out if she had hurt herself anywhere. When he had carried her into the hospital two days ago, she had passed out, probably from hitting her head.
But why was this simple act of getting up so hard for him?
He lay defeated on the bed, gasping for air.
Just then, a nurse's voice suddenly came from outside the door, seemingly talking to someone outside: "Miss, are you here to see Young Master Leng? Young Master Leng is awake now and it's a good time to visit."
"Uh... I'm sorry, I was just passing by," replied the tender voice.
