Evan Summers frowned and knocked on the door with more force.
Yet, there was still no sound from inside.
He pressed his ear against the door and listened, becoming instantly frantic.
Grace Summers has a congenital heart disease, could it be an attack?
Evan Summers, in his urgency, kicked the door open, only to see Grace Summers lying on the bed, her face deathly pale.
Her entire being was exuding a sense of feeble sickness.
"Grace!"
Evan Summers rushed to the bedside, grasping Grace's icy wrist, his eyes full of concern and panic.
"Grace, what's wrong with you? Are you having an attack? Don't scare me like this!"
Grace opened her eyes weakly, "Big bro, I feel unwell, my head hurts so much, it's unbearable..."
Evan was like an ant on a hot pan, at a loss as to what to do.
"Wait here, I'll call the doctor right now."
Evan hastily pulled out his cellphone from his pocket, trembling slightly with anxiety.