The illness seemed to be fierce. Before the attack, he could endure the headaches, but once it struck, he fell down, and his whole being felt as if all his strength had been drained.
He had already called out twice, but the sickroom was quiet, with only himself in it.
Shouldn't Qingie be here?
At first, Meng Chaojun thought she might have stepped out to the restroom or something, but after waiting for a long while with nobody coming, his mouth felt so dry that he was very uncomfortable.
"Is anyone there? Doctor? Nurse?"
It was on his third shout that someone finally came in.
"Oh, Alliance Officer Meng, you're awake?"
Meng Chaojun recognized the middle-aged woman; she was a maid from the Duan Family, helping Duan Feian and the others with the housework, known as Sister Lian.
"Sister Lian, where's Qingie?"
"Oh, her? She went home to get some clothes for you."
Home to get clothes for him? Did that mean he wasn't going to be discharged today and had to stay in the hospital?