Xia Zhenai was half lying on the big bed, flipping through a magazine carelessly.
From time to time, I looked at the mobile phone beside me, as if waiting for something.
The whole person always feels uneasy, breathing is not smooth, as if the whole world is spinning.
Xia Zhenai suddenly felt flustered and uncomfortable.
Subconsciously, he opened the drawer and took out a medicine bottle.
It's a sedative.
In the past two days, she relied on this medicine to stabilize her mood.
Xia Zhenai hurriedly poured out two pills and drank them immediately.
After a long while, she held her heart, and then she felt her heartbeat slowly calm down, and she closed her eyes weakly.
At this moment, the cell phone suddenly rang.
Xia Zhenai opened her eyes suddenly and picked up the phone to answer it without thinking.
However, it was just a boring phone call.
Xia Zhenai sighed and hung up the phone, but stared at the phone closely.
In the past two days, she wanted to know about Andy's condition.
However, Leng Haoxuan would be angry again if he knew about it.
When Leng Haoxuan walked in, he saw such a scene. Xia Zhenai kept staring at her phone, looking lost.
He naturally knew what she was thinking, so he walked over with a firm face and strode over.
Hearing the noise, Xia Zhenai frowned, subconsciously put her phone under her pillow, picked up the magazine and pretended to read it seriously.
Leng Haoxuan sat beside the bed, staring at her deeply and saying nothing.
Xia Zhenai pursed her lips and hesitated for a while before continuing: "How is he now?"
Sure enough, Leng Haoxuan's face suddenly became stiff.
"You just think about him all the time?"
Xia Zhenai bit her lip: "That's not the case. After all, he was injured because of me. If I can't see him recover, I will never feel at ease."
Leng Haoxuan's face turned cold.
At this time, Qi Huan knocked on the door and walked in: "Young Master, he is awake."
Before Leng Haoxuan could respond, Xia Zhenai spoke first: "I'll go see him."
"Are you happy?" Leng Haoxuan stared at her coldly.
"..."
"eager to go?"
Xia Zhenai looked at his expression carefully and whispered: "Can I go?"
Leng Haoxuan stared at her deeply, "I'll take you there!"
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afternoon.
Xia Zhenai went to the intensive care unit to see Andy, but he was always in a comatose state.
So I couldn't wait to ask about Mo Ziling's condition.
"He doesn't have any complications yet. The subsequent treatment depends on his will." Mo Ziling continued: "However, his consciousness is very strong..."
Xia Zhenai breathed a sigh of relief: "What about his injuries?"
Mo Ziling looked at Leng Haoxuan aside and found that there was nothing strange about his face, so she continued: "As long as we rely on skin grafting and plastic surgery, just based on the severity of his injury... I'm afraid it will be difficult to completely treat..."
Xia Zhenai's heart sank.
Is this all he can do for the rest of his life?
Leng Haoxuan slowly raised his eyes and looked at Xia Zhenai, "Don't worry, we will contact the top doctors in this regard, so you don't have to worry!"
Xia Zhenai's eyes widened in surprise. Did he even know what she was thinking?
"Angry?"
Xia Zhenai rubbed her temples. She was not angry, but worried about Andy's condition: "I'm not angry, but I'm afraid that it won't be cured..."
"You don't have to worry. I can guarantee to save his life, and I can also guarantee that I can completely cure him. Are you satisfied?" Leng Haoxuan promised again.
Xia Zhenai nodded silently. Just as he was about to say something, his eyes fell on something beside him.