Ling Momo's heartbeat was exceptionally fast. She stared at the message for a long while before finally responding on WeChat, "It's okay."
Without waiting for Enson to reply, she sent another message, "What are you up to right now?"
"Intravenous infusion."
Seeing those two characters, Ling Momo's heart immediately tightened. Infusion?! Was Enson sick?
She hurriedly typed a line of text, "Are you sick? Is it serious? Why aren't you resting at this late hour?"
Li Qingshen's left hand had a slender needle inserted into his vein, a pale yellow liquid slowly entering his body. His complexion was still somewhat pale, with a deep weariness in his eyes. Seeing her message, he paused for a moment, a glint appearing in his eyes, and paused before replying, "I'm okay now."
"What do you mean 'okay'? You're getting an infusion! Even if you're okay now, you need to rest!"
