Mo Nanjue's tongue had touched the corner of his mouth, and the breath that he suddenly let out nearly caused him a heart attack. If anything had happened to Tong Ran, he really couldn't guarantee what he would do.
Luo Xiao didn't stand up; he sat immobile in his chair, and only after hearing the doctor's words did his taut shoulders heavily relax. Fu Qingshuang was sitting beside him, and she could distinctly feel his breath sink.
"But her emotional fluctuations are quite severe, and she must have been stimulated by something," the doctor commented, flipping through his notebook and shaking his head, "Given that you said she couldn't have anesthesia, we used a small dose of calming medication, but she kept talking nonsense and even showed signs of struggling. It seems she was quite frightened, so we aren't sure if she might have any extreme reactions once she wakes up. Usually, patients like her require isolated treatment."
