Two days after the poisoning, Zhong Lingling's mood had calmed considerably. On the contrary, Xiang Yimo hadn't slept for two nights. Now, besides researching various materials, he was actively calling his doctor friends, tirelessly describing Zhong Lingling's condition to each of them.
Unfortunately, two days had passed and he still hadn't gotten a satisfactory answer.
"Yimo, you can't rush this. Go to sleep now, or I'll get angry!" Zhong Lingling feigned anger as she commanded.
Since Zhong Lingling was poisoned, Xiang Yimo had handed over the company's affairs to others to manage. Now, his sole focus was finding a way to cure Zhong Lingling, besides staying by her side and taking care of her three meals.
Even though he wasn't happy himself, he still had to force a smile every day to make Zhong Lingling feel better.
Now, instead of worrying about her own treatment, Zhong Lingling felt sorry for the sleepless and hungry Xiang Yimo.
"Go to sleep!"
