England Hotel, Presidential Suite.
On the 1.8-meter double bed, Jian Yue lay there quietly, having been in a coma for three days and nights, her small face pallid, resembling a living dead.
Lu Youting anxiously called out her name by her ear.
"Yueyue... Yueyue..."
Regrettably, she showed no sign of movement, lying there silently.
In desperation, Lu Youting asked the doctor, "Dr. Zhao, didn't you say she was fine? Why hasn't she woken up yet?"
Dr. Zhao conducted a comprehensive physical examination on her.
Blood pressure, pulse, heartbeat, temperature; everything was normal.
Injections had been administered, and medicine had been taken.
But she just wouldn't wake up.
He didn't know what to do anymore.