On the third floor of Jing An Hospital, in a VIP ward.
Ye Shengge was lying on the bed, and her face was pale. She had lost a lot of weight, and her sharp chin made her look even more delicate.
Although her eyes were closed, she didn't sleep well. Her eyebrows were furrowed, and her eyes were rolling. This was a sign that she was about to wake up.
Sister Xiu seemed to have realized that as well. She put down what she was doing and walked to the bed, looking at her nervously.
After a while, Ye Shengge finally opened her eyes.
She didn't look scary at all.
Sister Xiu couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief.
"You're finally awake, Young Madam. You have a fever of 39 degrees. Fortunately, it's gone now."
Ye Shengge's lips moved, wanting to say something, but her throat hurt. She tried to move her hands and feet, but they were tied.
Ye Shengge looked at Sister Xiu in panic.
