Ya Shitian looked at the doctor, who understood and said, "Miss Ye has woken up, she can just take medicine without injections."
"Bring me the medicine," he ordered coldly.
The doctor quickly prepared the medicine, and Ye Anqi took it under Ya Shitian's supervision.
"How did I fall ill?" It was only then that she truly believed she was sick.
Ya Shitian stood by the bed, his tall figure imposing, his eyes inscrutable.
"The poison took effect," he said indifferently.
Ye Anqi's complexion changed slightly, "Really? It took effect?"
Ya Shitian's lips curled up slightly, "Yes, you almost died."
"But I didn't feel anything."
"Would someone about to die feel anything?"
Ye Anqi frowned, "Didn't the doctor say it was just a fever?"
"What does he know? Although, on the surface, it did look like just a fever."
Ye Anqi was half-convinced by his words, but she indeed had been injected with an unknown liquid.
