After taking her pulse, Shen Yanhe felt the world go dark the moment she stood up, staggering a few steps before collapsing onto the bed.
Fu Yanhe was startled and instinctively reached out to catch her as she fell backward.
Her soft body, fragrant and delicate, landed in his embrace, cradled by his broad palms around her slender, soft waist.
Fu Yanhe held Shen Yanhe, whose face was somewhat pale, feeling as if his heart was being tightly clutched.
His brows furrowed, muscles tensed, he reached out to press something on the nightstand and said in a quick, deep voice, "Get Liu Fang here! Quick!"
Wu Fang didn't wait to respond, hurriedly calling Liu Fang.
Shen Yanhe, nestled in his arms, came to her senses, the darkness before her eyes fading. She squirmed slightly and whispered, "I'm fine, just a little low on blood sugar, I'll be okay after resting a bit."
"Really fine?" Fu Yanhe was still somewhat shaken. Her staggering and falling backward had scared him.
