The maid steadied her nerves, "But you really do look terrifying..."
"That's because I'm dying."
"Ah?!"
...
Ye Anqi's serious illness soon alarmed Luo Zifeng and Ye Rumeng.
There was a private doctor available in the villa.
After examining Ye Anqi, the doctor came to a preliminary conclusion, "She probably has a gastrointestinal issue, I will give her an IV to see how it goes."
Ye Rumeng, sitting in her wheelchair, frowned, "But she looks very serious to me."
"Diarrhea for too long, dehydrated. She should have seen a doctor at the first sign," the doctor even gave Ye Anqi a reproachful look.
Ye Anqi weakly said, "It's late at night, I just didn't want to bother you..."
The doctor's attitude softened a lot, "But you can't joke about your own health."
He then instructed the maid, "Go and cook her some porridge, the mushier the better, remember not to add anything."
"Yes." The maid turned and left.
