Miss Ye, she can't speak, which is quite problematic..."
In other words, Ye Anqi couldn't tell the doctor where she felt discomfort or how severe it was.
Ya Shitian was also aware of this.
But... did he really want her to speak?
He was afraid that once she started talking, he would completely succumb again.
Seeing his hesitation, Anqi felt a great sense of anticipation.
She also wanted to speak; when dizzy, she truly felt awful.
She was tired of feeling like a living dead.
She wanted to talk, to laugh, to run, to jump...
She didn't want to lie rigid on the bed motionless anymore.
Ya Shitian briefly fell silent, then spoke in a low voice, "Let's diagnose the cause first."
As for restoring her mobility, he hadn't decided yet.
An instant sense of desolation overwhelmed Anqi's heart...
Profoundly deep desolation.
Perhaps distressed, she felt her breathing grow even more difficult.
Her head spun worse.
Suddenly, everything before her eyes became dizzyingly blurred.
