Xi Jiu's face changed, and he rushed to the bedside like a gust of wind.
"Baby!" He hurriedly held the little girl's hand, with his other arm wrapping around her into his embrace.
The little girl, smelling the familiar scent of the man, immediately clung to him as if grasping a lifeline.
Her body kept trembling, like a fragile and slender flower unable to withstand the storm.
Xi Jiu held her tightly.
"Mr. Beilou, what's happening to Xiao Qi?" Shen Wenqian, anxious, had a sore at the corner of his mouth, "Wasn't she sleeping well before? Why is she suddenly like this again?"
Nie Beilou felt Ruan Qi's pulse, his eyebrows knitted into a tight frown.
Ruan Qi's situation was even more dangerous than he had anticipated.
Her consciousness had fallen into confusion repeatedly, and if it were anyone else, they would have likely lost their mind by now.
After examining Ruan Qi, Nie Beilou made a decisive call.
"Give me the phone, I need to make a call."
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