Zhang Ya looked at An Lan on the hospital bed and sighed softly, "I just asked the doctor, although Lanlan wasn't brought in very promptly and her temperature is high, her life isn't in danger. Don't worry too much; after getting an IV drip, Lanlan will be able to wake up tomorrow."
Huo Zhanting had no reaction to her words.
Zhang Ya shook her head and left with An Xuan.
In the middle of the night, An Lan was awakened by the heat. As she was still groggy and not fully awake, she kicked off the blanket at her feet by instinct. The cold air had hardly crept in for a minute before the gap was covered again. This repeated three times before she slowly opened her eyes.
As soon as An Lan opened her eyes, she only saw darkness. She blinked, and her brain, which felt like a rusty gear, took an age to start turning. Her last memory was of Huo Zhanting taking her to the hospital. Where was she now?
