Yin Yue suddenly realized something and continued eating expressionlessly.
She quickly finished eating, picked up a pen and paper, and recorded the names of the medicines, writing down their chemical formulas and repeatedly calculating them on the paper.
If it were any other patient, she wouldn't go to such trouble.
But the person in question was Qi Qinghan, and this young girl was no ordinary person; she was a straight-A student, raised by investing heavily in excellent professors from a young age.
Calculating back and forth, Yin Yue suddenly realized something.
She looked again at Qi Qinghan in the distance.
At this moment, Qi Qinghan was wearing a thin down jacket, with her long hair tied into a ponytail by Xiaoruan, her delicate features pale to an excessive degree.
Yin Yue knew that last night, she had her stomach pumped three times and went through a series of rescues to barely save her life.
But...
Actually, these medicines wouldn't be fatal!
