She could hear the concern in Qiao Zhiyi's voice, answering whatever she was asked. After she finally mentioned the name of the hotel, she really couldn't hold on anymore and put down the phone.
Not knowing if the fever would damage her brain, but if she really did die from it, what would her mother do? What about the company?
Her mind was getting less and less clear, like it was muddled with paste, and she couldn't think clearly about anything.
She should have called 120, then Little Su wouldn't have to worry about her.
She faintly heard a "thud, thud" sound, not knowing where it was coming from. She was gasping for breath, and the air coming out of her nose and mouth was like steam.
"Ye Xi?"
She heard someone calling her, but she could no longer tell if the voice was male or female.
She just opened her mouth, but her throat couldn't produce any sound.
