After the servant left, Uncle Ming ascended to the study, "Sir, the Eldest Young Mistress has fainted."
Ji Zhiyuan furrowed his brows, "Fainted?"
"Yes."
Ji Zhiyuan, his hand behind his back, his brow deeply furrowed, "I didn't expect this woman to be so tough. Go wake her up and ask again. If she is willing to confess, get her a doctor; if she still refuses to talk..."
At this point, Ji Zhiyuan's gaze suddenly turned cold, "then let her be, to live or die as she will."
"Yes." Uncle Ming left the study and went to the basement, "Eldest Young Mistress." After calling a few times and receiving no reply from Sang Qian, he noticed her face was flushed. Bending down, he checked her forehead—it was frighteningly hot, and her lips were cracked and white.
He helped her up and leaned her against the sofa, then took a bottle of mineral water from nearby, twisted it open, and fed her.
