Condition

The butler had just brought Shangguan Xuelan to the living room when Han Yanran hurriedly went up to her.

"Miss Shangguan, I've troubled you again this time."

Shangguan Xuelan waved her hand and said, "It's no trouble at all. By the way, these are all my friends."

Han Yanran smiled and hurriedly let them in. Zhao Xiyao came in and used her eyes to size up the girl in front of her. She saw that her face was pale to the point of being transparent. She had been sick for a long time, and her body was even more weak.

This didn't reduce her beauty at all but added a bit of charm to her.

"You look much better than before. Have you been taking your medicine on time recently?"

After Shangguan Xuelan finished taking her pulse, she let out a light sigh. Her pulse had finally stabilized. Previously, her pulse had been unstable and she had been surrounded by a deathly aura. She would not have lived for more than a month.