***
Despite her intention to care for him, Mai Xiaomai couldn't contain her anger when she was treated this way. Just as she was about to lash out, she saw Qiao Chutian's body begin to convulse violently. His face twisted in pain, his teeth clenching down on the sheet, refusing to let go, a look of extreme agony etched on his face.
Her anger gave way to concern, and she quickly applied acupressure techniques to control his convulsions.
After some time, Qiao Chutian gradually calmed down, and his complexion returned to normal.
Breathing a sigh of relief, she collapsed onto the ground, exhausted and sweating profusely.
Qiao Chutian rose from the bed, didn't even glance at her, walked straight past her, and then with a bang, closed the door.
Next came the sound of hurried and heavy footsteps descending the stairs.
Where was he going?
Mai Xiaomai, now worried, couldn't care less about her fatigue, scrambled up from the ground, opened the door, and chased after him.
