章 963: Suffering from Terminal Illness vs. Losing One's Mind

"Let the doctor examine you." Yu Yuehan said in a calm yet firm tone.

The worry in his eyes could clearly be seen.

Seeing that she was still standing rooted to the ground, he lifted the cover and got off the bed. Then, he reached out for his coat.

"Yu Yuehan, the doctor told you to rest in bed for further observations!" Nian Xiaomu exclaimed when she saw him getting off the bed.

Yu Yuehan wore his coat and walked to her side. Then, he pulled her up while Zheng Yan navigated the way.

Zheng Yan stared at his bandaged arm, then took another glance at the hand that was holding onto Nian Xiaomu. Swallowing her saliva, she automatically turned around and walked ahead of them.

Nian Xiaomu could only walk on tiptoe as she was being dragged along.

If she tried to stop, he would grab the collar of her shirt and continue walking.

Nian Xiaomu was like a terrified little chick.