Ning Xia was rushed to the emergency room, and the expression on the doctor's face was exceptionally grave as he diagnosed her.
"Severe cold; the germs have mostly infected her lungs, she's also malnourished and exhausted. And, hasn't she not been eating properly for many days? She really doesn't seem to care about her own life, does she?"
Su Zaozao and Xiaoguo exchanged glances, both looking troubled.
At work, Ning Xia was always detached and calm; she thought she had gradually been getting over things. Now, it seemed that she had just been desperately holding herself together.
But in such situations, there really wasn't much anyone else could do.
If she couldn't adjust herself soon, she would only continue to harm her body.
She hoped time would pass quickly to help dilute her wounds.
Once, she too had been heart-wrenchingly in pain, but even the greatest pain couldn't hold up against time.
