"It's mainly just in case."
When the doctor said this, Wang Haoran had already run into the infirmary.
"Mom."
Tang Jinglan, leaning on the hospital bed, took a sip of glucose given by the doctor and looked at her worried son, feeling soft-hearted again.
Moreover, the matter involved the most important people in the company. Tang Jinglan was very aware that some things should not be said in front of outsiders.
Otherwise, it would lead to disaster.
At this moment, a quiet and gentle girl walked in.
Seeing that Tang Jinglan was fine, the girl smiled and said, "It's good you're okay, you really scared your son."
"The doctor said you probably fainted from low blood sugar, but it's still recommended you go to a county hospital for a thorough check-up."
"Mom, it was this big sister who carried you here."
"Thank you," Tang Jinglan smiled and thanked the kind stranger who helped her.
"It was nothing. I'll head back to the dorm now."
