Huo Mutian entered the room, "I told you your body can’t handle it, how co you’re already burning with fever after just an afternoon apart."
"You... stop with... the sarcastic comnts."
Wen Qiao half leaned on the bed, only feeling the world spinning before her eyes, her head heavy and dizzy, with waves of fever and nausea surging up one after another.
She closed her eyes in discomfort, her lips tightly pressed together.
Jiang Yao and Ye Shengnan had gone out and weren’t at the hotel, Xiao Chu was also on the way back from dinner, leaving only Lin Ruochun and Huo Mutian in the room.
When Huo Mutian arrived, he brought so dicine, and Lin Ruochun prepared it, sitting by the bed to hand it to her: "Drink it quickly, don’t say no, this is the first ti I’ve ever had to take care of soone, if you dare not drink it, I’ll pour this bowl over your head."
If it were any other ti, Lin Ruochun speaking to Wen Qiao like this would have already gotten her chased and hit by Wen Qiao.
But she was as fragile as Lin Daiyu, with no strength left to argue with Lin Ruochun.
She slightly opened her eyes, took the cup, and gulped down the dicine in one breath.
After drinking the dicine, the nausea and discomfort in her chest could no longer be suppressed, she hurriedly put down the cup, threw off the quilt, and ran to the bathroom, not even having ti to put on slippers, leaning over the sink to vomit.
Wen Qiao found the fluorescent light too bright, dazzling, so she only turned on the wall lamp inside the room, and when Huo Mutian ca in and sat on the sofa at a distance from her, she wasn’t seen clearly. Seeing her react so strongly, he followed her to the restroom.
He saw an abnormal flush on Wen Qiao’s face, her eyes blurred, and his heart skipped a beat.
This didn’t look like a fever, it looked more like...
Wen Qiao was shrewd, but after all, she grew up like a flower in a greenhouse, never really encountered anything filthy. Lin Ruochun, even more so, was tightly protected by her family and Qin Xiang, a living little princess in an ivory tower, both knew nothing about drugs like aphrodisiacs.
But Huo Mutian was different; among the people he associated with, many played wild, such things were commonplace, and with one look, he sensed sothing was wrong.
The wave of nausea ca fiercely, and after a short while, Wen Qiao almost vomited out her bile. She now had no strength in her body, weakening terribly, and after finishing vomiting, she seed unable to stand any longer, sliding down to the floor.
Huo Mutian quickly caught her, scooping her up horizontally, and walked briskly out of the room.
"Hey—"
Lin Ruochun was montarily stunned, took a step to follow but then stepped back, turned off the running water faucet, grabbed a coat hanging by the door, and followed hurriedly.
"Wait, wait, wait—" Lin Ruochun jogged to catch up, placing the coat over Wen Qiao: "Don’t catch a cold."
The three of them took the elevator down to the first floor, and just as they stepped out, they ran into Fu Jinghen who just hurried over.
Lin Ruochun, with sharp eyes, saw Fu Jinghen and called out, "Brother!"
Even before she called out to Fu Jinghen, he had already seen the person Huo Mutian was carrying.
He quickly walked forward, "What happened to her?"
Now that the person concerned had arrived, Huo Mutian could no longer hold Wen Qiao, he handed the nearly unconscious Wen Qiao to Fu Jinghen, "She was drugged, it seems like her body is rejecting it, the situation isn’t good, you should take her to the hospital."
"Drugged?" Lin Ruochun almost thought she heard wrong, "We ate and drank the sa things, why am I fine?"
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