Xiao Siyan, who was standing closest to her, quickly stretched out his hand to support her, "Boss, Miss An Qi fainted."
Nie Yanfeng had already sensed that something was wrong with her. He came over quickly, picked up the unconscious An Qi and walked quickly towards the infirmary. Xiaosi and Li Longxing hurriedly followed behind him.
On the bed in the infirmary, An Qi's face was as pale as paper, her eyes were closed, and she was completely unconscious.
The doctor examined her and said, "Ms. An Qi suffered a brief syncope caused by excessive stimulation. She can just rest in bed."
"But she has to face reality when she wakes up!" Xiaosi sighed.
"Now, I just hope her mother can survive, otherwise, Miss An Qi will be so sad!"
Nie Yanfeng sat in front of the bed, his brows furrowed, and his usually sharp eyes were now looking at the girl on the bed, with a hint of gentleness and worry.
"Get out! If there is any news about her mother, please inform me as soon as possible." Nie Yanfeng said to his men.
"Understood, boss, I will leave Miss An Qi to you to take care of." Xiaosi replied, picked up Li Longxing and hurried back to the conference hall.
As soon as they came out of the corridor, Xiaosi sighed, "The boss must be blaming himself too! He once promised Miss An Qi that he would protect her family, but now, something happened to her family."
"No, I just saw Miss An Qi looking at the boss with hatred in her eyes. If something really happened to her mother, Miss An Qi wouldn't hate the boss her whole life!"
The two of them looked at each other and both felt that it was best not to happen. They hoped that Miss An Qi would at least not blame the boss for this matter.
Because they sensed that the boss had different feelings for Miss An Qi.
In the quiet ward, An Qi's arm was being transfused with fluid. Nie Yanfeng sat alone, with his back as straight as a mountain and his eyes as dark as night locked on the girl on the bed. His thoughts were unclear, only the unconcealed worry in his eyes.
Color is floating.
After only ten minutes of intravenous drip, An Qi suddenly opened her eyes. The first second she woke up, she thought of her mother's unknown life and death. She almost sat up in shock.
"Don't move." A deep male voice sounded from beside her, holding down her left arm for fear that she would pull off the infusion needle in her hand.
An Qi looked down at the needle and choked, "Pull it out, I don't need it."
Nie Yanfeng personally stretched out his hand to remove the needle for her. After removing it, An Qi was supposed to hold the needle to stop the bleeding, but An Qi got out of bed and the blood from the needle immediately flowed out from the back of his hand.
The man suddenly grabbed her arm in a domineering manner, picked up the hemostatic ball on the table and pressed it on the bleeding area.
Tears welled up in An Qi's eyes again. She let the man hold the needle for her while she calmly turned around and ordered, "Nie Yanfeng, take me back."
Nie Yanfeng did not answer her, but carefully pressed the location of her wound.
His face was very close, and An Qi could clearly see the stubbornness and ruthlessness on his resolute and handsome face.
Her wound stopped bleeding. When Nie Yanfeng let go, he looked up at her and said, "You must stay here."
An Qi forcefully broke away from his hand, the pain in her eyes spread across her face, and there was a chill in her voice, "What if I say no?"
"An Qi..." Nie Yanfeng called her in a low voice. He knew that if she really decided to leave, he would not be able to keep her.
