On the sofa, Li Tingshen lay there quietly, his eyes closed, as if he were asleep.
Gu Mian approached and saw that Li Tingshen's complexion was even paler than when she had left, and fine beads of sweat had appeared on his forehead.
It seemed that he indeed was suffering from severe pain.
Gu Mian walked over, sat beside him, and took his hand to check his pulse.
"Li Tingshen, haven't you had dinner?"
The man didn't make a sound but pressed his thin lips even tighter.
Gu Mian released his hand, and the next second, her wrist was grasped by a strong force.
Li Tingshen opened his eyes and stared at her intently, "Are you leaving again?"
Gu Mian sighed, "I'm getting my phone to order you some takeout."
Only then did Li Tingshen slowly let go of his hand.
Gu Mian took out her phone to place an order, and promptly went to the pharmacy to get some herbal medicine, which she made by steeping in hot water, "Drink the medicine."
