Qin Youbei was panting, unable to catch her breath, and quite puzzled, wondering how she could have such a dream.
Thinking back to when she had been shot, was her injury related to this dream?
But how were they related? What had she been trying to do at the time...
Just then, the door to the room was pushed open, and a tall and upright figure walked in. When he saw Qin Youbei's pale face, like someone who had been ill for a long time, he quickly stepped forward, "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? I will call the doctor immediately..."
Qin Youbei shook her head, "I'm fine, just had a nightmare, that's all."
Then, she belatedly felt a surge of excitement, the person who had called before had said he was busy, so why had he come in the middle of the night?
Her heart was joyful, but she didn't show it. Instead, she frowned and said, "Weren't you busy? Didn't you go to drop your companion off? How come you're at the hospital now?"
