"But my sister has always been in good health!" Foo Wenjing said, somewhat worried.
Seeing Foo Wencha pass out with her eyes closed almost scared her to death.
"Overexcitement or overwork can also cause temporary weakness in the body," Gu Qingrun said, "If you're still concerned, once she recovers a bit, you can take her to the hospital for a more detailed examination."
"No," Foo Wenjing hurriedly explained, "It's not that I don't trust your diagnosis, I'm just too worried."
"It's okay," Gu Qingrun smiled gently, "I understand how you feel, but from my experience, she's indeed fine, so don't worry too much."
Foo Wenjing didn't dare to say much more and kept thanking him profusely.
A few minutes later, Foo Wencha stirred and slowly opened her eyes.
"Chacha, are you okay? How do you feel?" Foo Wenjing squatted by her side, nervously holding her hand.
"I'm fine," Foo Wencha struggled to sit up, looking around in confusion, "What happened to me?"
