Qin Yiren remained silent, her quiet demeanor making Yan Xiaye uneasy.
Taking advantage of the red light, she reached over to touch Qin Yiren's forehead, feeling the intense heat with her fingertips.
"Yi Ren, Yi Ren?"
Yan Xiaye felt a wave of panic, confused and at a loss for what to do.
Watching the red light slowly count down, she thought for a moment and quickly called Li Yuntang.
If she were the one sick and feverish, she wouldn't be this tense.
But Qin Yiren was pregnant, and having just been upset with Chu Xinian and the others, she feared something might go wrong with the baby.
Soon, a calm, deep male voice came through the receiver: "Xiaye, miss me?"
"That's not important!" Yan Xiaye, nervously watching the motionless Qin Yiren beside her, summarized the situation succinctly, her voice slightly hoarse from anxiety: "I'm planning to go to the nearest Third Hospital; I don't know how it'll turn out. Can you arrange for a specialist to take a look?"
