Certainly upon seeing his eyes softening and worries tinting his handsome face, even AiLin couldn't continue to be as stubborn as she usually was. She pursed her lips and replied in a small squeak, "…ht."
"How much?" Li ZiChen had leaned his face forward. Though he could smell her scent that aroused his emotions, he prioritized in listening for her safety and health, "You can whisper it to me."
He then nodded and sighed, turning to the doctor, "Eight in bad times, three at most."
"Eight?" The doctor said in baffledness. He stared at AiLin for a long and hard moment, pressing his chin as if he was facing a serious problem that were going to cause chaos to the world. With a sigh he then uttered, "It's dehydration, lack of sleep, lack of nutrients, and also lack of…"
