Qin Yu returned to Wuqiong Water Pavilion, where Song Ma greeted him at the door, and while entering the house, she filled him in on Ah Da's condition.
"She is currently on an IV drip, and her fever has subsided, but she hasn't woken up yet."
Qin Yu's brows were tightly furrowed, dressed in a black suit, his handsome face still bore the cold and imposing demeanor from work, causing the servants to shiver cautiously around him.
Inside the room, Zhu Yu, wearing a white lab coat, was organizing the medical box. Seeing Qin Yu come in, he stood up straight and greeted, "Mr. Qin."
Qin Yu walked over to the bedside, looked at the quietly lying little girl, and bent down to touch her forehead, feeling the cool temperature that calmed the anxiety he had felt all the way there.
"How is she?" Qin Yu's gaze remained unwavering.
