"Luo Ying!" Lu Zhao climbed the stairs and reached out to catch Luo Ying, who was on the verge of collapsing.
He could not care less about the water on the ground. He knelt on the ground, hugging her with one hand while dialing Wen Yu's number with the other.
"I…" The blackness engulfed Luo Ying's mind, and she was rendered speechless.
An hour later.
"Anemia?!" Lu Zhao's expression darkened dramatically as he heard Wen Yu's prognosis from the hallway.
"Yes, she probably didn't eat much at the annual party tonight, so she fainted from low blood sugar. I have already started her on a glucose drip and injected her with a heart stimulant. When she wakes up, her blood sugar will be back to normal, and she'll be fine." Wen Yu hesitated for a second. "More seriously concerning, however, is the fact that the recent examination revealed that she shows mild signs of anemia. It is peculiar, because she usually pays attention to her diet and takes iron supplements."
