It seemed like someone was calling him. He quickly offered a few instructions and then hung up the phone.
Her eyes were slightly closed, a pang of sadness in her heart, but another voice immediately reminded her: What's all this fuss about? If I can't handle such small things, then I'm just being too melodramatic. In my past life as a con artist, I'd just muddled through; was it really harder than today? Never mind, never mind. People are like this; greed is endless. When no one treats you well, you're tougher than the most capable woman; when someone does treat you well, you become more melodramatic than Lin Daiyu. She mocked herself and quickly fell asleep.
When she woke up, there were fewer people in the hall, and the light had dimmed. It was almost seven o'clock. Her phone was ringing incessantly. She picked it up. "Xixi...where are you?"
She glanced at the IV drip and, estimating it would take another half an hour, answered in a low voice, "I'm in the hospital..."
