Thunk!
A muffled noise.
It startled Xia Lin and Mu Jingxi, who were in the kitchen.
Both rushed over at the same time, Mu Jingxi's handsome face was filled with urgency. "Qiao An!"
He helped Qiao An, who had collapsed on the floor, up and gently patted her face. "Qiaoqiao, wake up!"
Xia Lin immediately called the doctor.
...
When she woke up, Qiao An felt weak and achy all over, her head dizzy and faintly throbbing in pain.
As she opened her eyes and took in the unfamiliar surroundings, she looked around and realized in shock—this wasn't the base!
It was a hospital…
Imperial Hospital, she wouldn't mistake it.
From outside came the sound of a small argument.
"Third Young Master, you can't do this. If Miss Qiao knew, she would definitely..."
"Shut up!"
Mu Jingxi's voice was exceptionally cold.
He rarely lost his temper with doctors, but this time, he couldn't control his emotions—even in the hallway.
Qiao An was curious. What on earth had happened?
