Nan Yu stood at the entrance of the ward, all paths blocked. She clutched the medicine box in her hand, nodding her head bravely.
When Nan Zhuoyuan saw her nod, he immediately made way for her.
He smiled politely and said, "Doctor Li, please."
Without a word, Nan Yu followed Nan Zhuoyuan and entered the elevator.
Nan Zhou also followed quickly, standing to her left, his gaze fixed on her the entire time.
"Doctor Li, why are you silent?"
Sandwiched between the two men, Nan Yu felt a chill on her back that made her mind exceptionally clear.
She glanced at her elder brother beside her, wanting to speak but not daring to. Finally, she lifted her hand and pointed to her throat.
"Cough～"
She used a cough to indicate that her throat was a bit uncomfortable.
Nan Zhou looked puzzled.
He had met Nan Yu before and talked with her, and he hadn't noticed anything wrong with her throat.
How could it be that after a session of acupuncture, her throat was now affected?
