Xian Guiying slowly opened her eyes and her vision blurred. It was not until her vision cleared up that she realized she was lying in a ward filled with the smell of disinfectant.
Looking at the snow-white ceiling and the bottle hanging next to the bed, Xian Guiying frowned and turned her eyes around. She saw Qin Gengxin sitting beside the bed, leaning over to look at her, as she woke up.
Qin Gengxin gently caressed her head. His eyes filled with worry and concern.
"What's wrong with me?" Xian Guiying sighed slowly. When she opened her mouth to speak, her throat actually felt dry.
Qin Gengxin looked at her for a moment, then got up and looked at the IV drip. He calmly said, "It's nothing, the doctor said that you have a fever, and since this is your first trimester, your nutrition is not sufficient."