Finally managing to swallow some food, Zhuang Zixin felt a dizziness in her head. This time, the gastric pain was more severe than before, making it unbearable for her.
She stood up, wanting to lie down in her room, thinking maybe if she fell asleep, she wouldn't feel the pain anymore!
As soon as she took a step, a wave of dizziness hit her, and everything went black in front of her eyes as she fell forward.
"Ah! Miss Zhuang!"
Sister Wu had just walked out of the kitchen and saw Zhuang Zixin swaying on the verge of collapse. She rushed over to support her, but Zhuang Zixin had already gone limp, resting on Sister Wu's shoulder.
"Sir, sir, come quickly!"
Sister Wu, clutching Zhuang Zixin, called out loudly for Quan Tianyou, worried she would be unable to support Zhuang Zixin's weight much longer.
Quan Tianyou, who had been reviewing documents after dinner, sensed something was awry in Sister Wu's voice, so he put the documents down and walked out.
"Sister Wu, what's wrong?"
