Zhong Lingling nodded vigorously.
Thinking about her own appearance in the mirror just now, she was still afraid and couldn't imagine what to do if her face stayed like that for the rest of her life.
She didn't even dare to look at herself, how could she face Xiang Yimo?
Zhong Lingling was in pain and fear at the same time!
In the middle of the night, Dr. Zhao was called up.
At this time, Zhong Lingling was still in excruciating pain, but Dr. Zhao couldn't determine the cause of the illness.
"Young Master, it's best to quickly take Young Mistress to a specialized hospital. What can we do? I can't treat this!" Dr. Zhao was sweating profusely.
Xiang Yimo rushed Zhong Lingling to the hospital overnight.
