Jiang Yang came to the bedside, looking down at the fragile girl on the bed, her face so pale it was almost transparent, as if a touch would make her disappear. He placed the tray on the nightstand and propped her up, "Anning, wake up, drink the ginger soup first."
Wei Anning's eyes were tightly closed, and her eyelashes cast faint shadows over her swollen eyelids; she did not wake up, and the temperature of her body was frighteningly hot.
Jiang Yang panicked for a moment, laid her back on the bed, and hurried out to call the family doctor to come quickly. The family doctor ran in carrying his medical bag, not even bothering to change his shoes, and rushed upstairs.
