"Yan Xiaye is my woman, how could I not be worried?" Li Beicheng, frowning, didn't notice the subtle movements on the hospital bed where Yan Xiaye lay as he spoke with the doctor, "As for her treatment, whatever plan you come up with, I'll have someone follow it."
The doctor, feeling a bit awkward, fell silent for a moment, his gaze complex as it landed on that fragile figure, seemingly ready to shatter with a touch. Rumors he had heard through the grapevine swirled in his mind, "Young Master Li, if it's purely for Young Madam Li's physical health, I'm not sure if I should say something."
"Speak."
"Young Madam Li's fainting and vomiting blood, gastric bleeding is one reason, but her mood and stress are more crucial, recently, the internet... as you know, if you want Young Madam Li to recover quickly, it's better to quell those unfounded rumors sooner rather than later."
After hearing this, Li Beicheng's thin lips pressed into a line, his expression somber, he brooded in silence.
