"Miyuki, Dubian, he's okay, right?"
"At the preliminary check, everything is normal, but considering you said he suddenly fainted, to be safe, we should still take him to the hospital later for a detailed examination."
"Should we contact his parents?"
"Aonai, don't worry just yet, let's wait until after the examination. If it turns out to be nothing, wouldn't it be needless worry for his parents?"
Miyuki? Dubian? Aonai?
Where is this?
As I opened my eyes, it was an unfamiliar ceiling, clearly nothing special, but the direction of its lines, the clean walls, they all had a sense of luxury.
At the tip of my nose was a hospital-like smell.
The tip of my nose... What's going on? Were my deep breaths always this long?
"Xiaoquan Aonai" subconsciously touched her throat.
The skin smooth, the neck strong and slender, the little finger touched a well-defined collarbone, but what was that the index finger touched?
A bulge? A tumor? No, that's not it—it's an Adam's apple!
