Knowing the gravity of the situation, Feng Lu estimated the timing. She waited until Han Qian's fever spiked again for three or four minutes, pretended to go upstairs to check on her, then let out a startled cry, calling the driver and Auntie Li up for help, and sent Han Qian to the nearest hospital.
But none of them knew something had changed while Han Qian was delirious from the fever!
Two days later.
"Brother Bin, don't you think Qianqian is a bit different lately?"
In the hospital corridor outside the ward, Feng Lu walked beside Han Bin, her brows slightly furrowed. "Ever since Qianqian woke up yesterday afternoon, she always looks at me in this weird way."
"Weird how?"
Han Bin's tone betrayed no emotion.
"I can't tell you exactly, but I just feel Qianqian's changed. Brother Bin… what do you think is going on?"
