When Ye Xingguang's vision at last cleared and her stomach no longer hurt as much, she realized she was already in the car. Ye Junqing was driving with one hand on the steering wheel and the other occasionally touching her face. He was also speaking into his earpiece, "Yes, no fever, rolled down the stairs, then threw up, broke out in a cold sweat, not sure if there's a concussion."
Every time Ye Junqing touched her face with his hand, which normally felt warm, it was now as cold as an iron brand, chilling to the bone. Ye Xingguang shivered from the cold and couldn't help but complain, "Why are your hands so cold?"
Ye Junqing was still on the phone, and after something was said through the earpiece, he responded, "Alright, five minutes tops, wait for me at the emergency room entrance!"
