When Zhuang Yibo regained consciousness, she was already lying on the bed in the bedroom, surrounded by doctors who were doing various examinations on her and servants with worried faces.
Seeing that she woke up, the servant seemed to be relieved, but his brows were still furrowed in concern, "Miss Zhuang, you are awake. Are you feeling uncomfortable in any way?"
Naturally, it was uncomfortable. Her whole body felt uncomfortable, especially her throat. She felt pain even when she swallowed her saliva, and she didn't want to open her mouth to speak.
Seeing her like this, the servant quickly asked the doctor again, "How is Miss Zhuang?"
The doctor glanced at Zhuang Yibo's neck, and then whispered: "The injury on the neck is not serious, but the body is very weak, and all the values are not normal. It must be taken care of."
After hearing this, the servant was a little confused.
She remembered that when Zhuang Yibo first came here, the doctor said that she was not in good health. Shen Wangjin also told her that three meals a day must be taken care of carefully and the nutrition must be balanced, just to help Zhuang Yibo regulate his body.
Zhuang Yibo's condition was indeed not very good at first, but then she seemed to gradually return to normal. Although she vaguely noticed that her appetite seemed to be not as good as before recently, this was not obvious. After all, she had been taking such careful care of her for more than a month. Why was her health so bad?
On the contrary, is it worse than before?
The servant couldn't figure it out and just looked at Zhuang Yibo lying on the bed.
Zhuang Yibo slowly closed his eyes again, as if he had lost consciousness again.
The servant quickly looked at the doctor nervously again, but the doctor just shook his head gently at her, then packed up his things and walked out of the bedroom with her.
"This is Miss Zhuang's physical condition, but she can't cope with it mentally. I'm sorry that I can't do anything about it." The doctor said, "In terms of diet and daily life, you should take more care of her."
When the servant heard this, she just wanted to cry without tears, "How can we take care of her? When Mr. Shen took her here to live, he ordered her to be well nursed back to health. I also followed the instructions. Who knew that the more she nursed her back, the worse she would become?"
Too bad...I don’t even know how to explain it to Mr. Shen..."
The doctor thought of the shocking pinch mark on Zhuang Yibo's neck, sighed slightly, and said: "Mr. Shen probably won't blame you... I'll get some nutrient solution and give it to her first. After a few days of infusion, it should be fine."
Better.”
The servant listened and just nodded repeatedly.
At the same time, Zhuang Yibo, who was lying on the bed, fell into a drowsy state again. In his drowsiness, he seemed to have had many messy dreams...
When she woke up, it was already late at night, and the doctor was standing beside her bed, taking out the infusion needle from the back of her hand.
"Are you awake?" Seeing her waking up, the doctor asked in a low voice, "How do you feel?"
Zhuang Yibo's face was still pale and he slowly shook his head.
"Your body is yours," the doctor said. "If you don't take care of your body, won't you be the one who suffers in the end? Why bother? Taking good care of your body is the key. After all, without a good body, you can't do anything."
She lay there quietly without any response, just staring straight at the chair by the window.
The doctor packed up his things, looked at her again, sighed slightly, and then turned and left.
After a long time, Zhuang Yibo finally moved.
She slowly sat up and walked into the bathroom. She saw the pinch marks on her neck in the mirror - slightly purple marks, which showed how much strength Shen Wangjin had used at that time.
If she had been weaker, she might have been strangled to death by him right then?
If he strangled him to death like that, wouldn't it be considered a good thing?
She was thinking a little absentmindedly when suddenly there was movement behind her. She turned around and walked to the bathroom door, just in time to see the servant putting the dinner plate on the small table.
"Miss Zhuang, I made abalone and chicken porridge for you. I just heard the doctor said you were awake, so I brought it to you. Eat it while it's hot."
As she spoke, she came forward to help Zhuang Yibo.
Zhuang Yibo was not that weak, but he really didn't have any strength. He was helped by her obediently and sat down in front of Xiao Ji.
"Although the doctor has given you a nutrient solution, you still need something to warm your stomach." The servant said, "You should eat some."
After hearing this, Zhuang Yibo finally picked up the spoon in front of him.
Seeing that she was willing to eat, the servant breathed a sigh of relief and seemed to want to say something else, but when he saw the marks on Zhuang Yibo's neck, he swallowed back what he wanted to say.
Unexpectedly, Zhuang Yibo took a sip of porridge and took the initiative to ask: "Where is Mr. Shen?"
When the servant heard this, he quickly said: "Mr. Shen is gone. He seems to have gone to some country in Europe. He said it will take a while..."
When Zhuang Yibo heard this, he couldn't help but pause slightly with the spoon in his hand.
The servant continued: "He seemed very angry today and left in a hurry. I didn't dare to ask more questions. Mr. Shen gave me a few simple instructions... So, Miss Zhuang, don't be afraid. It's all over..."
After Zhuang Yibo heard this, he still remained motionless for a long time.
Has it passed?
She once thought that it was all over.
During those two years, she really thought that she could live a normal life.
But in the end, she was still stuck in this quagmire.