Shen Miaomiao was no longer mindful of the social norms between men and women, her mind had already turned into a mess.
All that appeared in her mind was the image of Nanzhi on the brink of death two years ago.
Liao Da had carried Nanzhi to the Medical Hall first. When they arrived, Wang Jingzhi was reviewing medical texts.
Seeing someone entering the Medical Hall, he had just lifted his head to see that Liao Da had already put Nanzhi, who he had carried on his back, onto the sickbed.
"Doctor, doctor, quickly take a look at our young miss. She suddenly... suddenly became like this." Liao Da, panting heavily, pointed at Nanzhi, who was unconscious with her eyes closed on the sickbed. When he saw that it was Wang Jingzhi, he hesitated for a moment.
He remembered this youth coming to the restaurant for lunch earlier in the day.
"Young miss, we've arrived." Aze spoke softly, carrying Shen Miaomiao to the entrance of the Medical Hall.