"Xiao Xue!" Han Zuo caught her as her body slumped.
Ye Xingbei, panic-stricken, shouted, "Doctor, doctor!"
A few doctors and nurses rushed in.
The head doctor examined Yian Jingxue and pressed her philtrum point firmly, reassuring Han Zuo and Ye Xingbei, "It's okay, she was just too shocked and held her breath momentarily. Try to console her. The old man has already gone, and no matter how sad she is, he won't come back. She is still young; she needs to take care of her health."
Ye Xingbei, supporting Yian Jingxue's body, nodded.
Everyone knows the principle, but it's impossible to adhere to it.
The death of a sole family member is a heart-wrenching pain; how could she not be saddened?
Moments later, Yian Jingxue slowly woke up.
Her gaze was fixed blankly on a spot, and after a long while, she burst into tears with a loud "Wah."
Hearing her cry, Ye Xingbei and Han Zuo actually breathed a sigh of relief.
