In that mont, everyone was dumbstruck, unable to react.
She actually fell asleep!
Asleep!
Sleep!
Sleep!
She couldn’t wake up, and they checked again and again until they started doubting life.
Now they’re being told she just fell asleep?
What kind of deity is she, to be able to sleep like this!
That sleep technique is impressive; it’s practically unbeatable.
Can Miss Tong, who slaps faces every minute, survive tomorrow?
One brave soul secretly glanced at Young Master Bo, whose expression seed even worse...
The doctors all simultaneously had a drop of sweat fall from their foreheads.
Mom asked why they were kneeling to speak; they were scared too!
The atmosphere seed to freeze up.
The leading doctor mustered up the courage to say to Bo Yimo, "Young Master Bo, we’ll step out for now. Miss Tong... probably needs a little while longer to wake up."
They kindly avoided saying she’d sleep a while longer just to prevent Young Master Bo’s embarrassnt.
Bo Yimo responded casually.
The doctors all sighed in relief and eagerly exited the room.
They were afraid if they stayed longer, they’d be silenced!
After all, witnessing Young Master Bo getting slapped in the face was intensely awkward.
The doctors all left, and the ward fell into a deathly silence.
Bo Yimo walked to her side and spitefully pinched her nose, affectionately saying, "You little rascal."
Sleeping soundly.
As they say, only one thing can overco another; the always high-and-mighty Bo Yimo, whom everyone respects, had to back down in front of her.
Nothing else matters as long as she’s by his side.
Tong Yan slept until the next morning before getting up. It’s no wonder she slept so long; she’d been exhausted for several days, felt ill again last night, and began to have a fever, which kept her from sleeping well and eventually made her delirious.
Once the fever subsided and she felt better, she fell asleep.
She woke up and turned her head, seeing Bo Yimo not far away, engrossed in a script.
Behind him was a window, and he sat with his back turned to the sunlight streaming in, making him look even more exquisite, like jade. The room had the air conditioning on, so he wore only a white shirt, adding a touch of elegance.
"Awake?" Bo Yimo said without lifting his head, his long eyelashes casting a shadow under his eyelids, making him appear even more refined.
Such beauty, not needing any action, can captivate a city.
Finally understanding the absurdity of the Beacon Fire to deceive the princes.
If the film emperor were Bao Si, teasing the princes multiple tis wouldn’t be enough!
Beauty can ruin a country.
Tong Yan dumbly nodded, "Awake."
Bo Yimo put down the script, walked steadily to her, leaned close, and said, "Darling, saved you again. How will you repay ?"
Tong Yan laughed cheerfully, "How about with myself?"
"Can’t wait to see."
Later, the doctors were called in for a check-up, each one nervously, carefully conducting the examination, concluding that it was the sa as before; the body had recovered.
aning she could be discharged.
Bo Yimo nodded and casually said, "Stay an extra day for observation."
The doctors felt like shouting, it’s just a cold; why observe! As long as Miss Tong doesn’t sleep, she can be lively, okay!
But they’re cowards, Young Master Bo almost tore down the hospital for Miss Tong’s small cold - note their word ’small’ - and even the dean said nothing.
If the dean’s a coward, they aren’t embarrassed to be cowards too!
Aware of her own body, she wouldn’t agree to stay in the hospital for a tiny cold, she’d refuse outright, "Young Master Mo, I’m fine now; I don’t need to stay in the hospital."
Bo Yimo’s voice carried an unnoticeable gentleness, "Darling, whether to stay in the hospital is for the doctors to decide."
After speaking, he lightly glanced at the doctors standing beside him.
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