For three days, Shi Lan had been in a coma.
In the cold hospital of Moscow, several people crowded into the VIP ward.
Sun Ling looked at Shi Lan's sleeping figure, and then at Yan Shixiu's tense facial features. Her palms sweated unconsciously, both from guilt and fear. Though after careful thought, she felt she had not neglected anything, seeing Shi Lan motionless on the bed made her feel somewhat responsible.
"Mr. Yan, did the doctors say why the boss is still unconscious?"
The doctors couldn't find the reason.
Currently, everything seemed normal.
But due to the fetus, the hospital was unable to perform more detailed examinations. Within this limit, the doctors had used every possible device and examination, and there was not a single sign of illness on her body.
Yan Shixiu vaguely felt that it might have something to do with the original owner of the body, but who could he tell now, what help could he seek?
