She tried to stand up, but because her entire body was weak and limp, she was already falling outward before she could get up.
"Lady Qing." Nurses and doctors cried out in shock.
Still, they dared not approach, worried about frightening the person on the bed.
As Yu Wanqing was about to fall off the bed, Gu Beicheng took a big step forward, stretching out his large palm to grab her shoulder.
"I haven't left." He spoke calmly, letting her lie back on the bed with one hand, "Your complexion is very poor, let the doctor have a look."
"No! Beicheng, don't leave!"
Just as Gu Beicheng had let go of her shoulder, Yu Wanqing was grabbing his hand.
Her body was still trembling, like a candle flame that could be blown out at any moment, which made one's heart ache to see.
"Seventh Young Master, why don't you stay with Lady Qing for a while? She has many wounds on her body, which must be treated immediately," the doctor reminded in a low voice.
