Si Chengye's brows had been furrowed throughout, "What exactly happened to Xiaozhi, and why did she suddenly feel so unwell? Also, what do you mean by saying she is too grief-stricken?"
"Uncle, I'm a doctor, I can only diagnose why she fainted, but I can't determine why she is heartbroken," Zhuo Yi spread his hands helplessly.
A complex look flashed in Si Ye's eyes as he deeply gazed at Chen Zhi, with complicated emotions swirling in his eyes.
Sitting down by the bed, he reached out and caressed her face, his thin lips tightly sealed, his expression inscrutable.
"Since Zhuo Yi has said that Xiaozhi is fine now, then she must be fine. Let's go, we should all get out and let her rest for a while," Si Chengye suddenly spoke up.
Chen Zhi's mother looked at her daughter with concern, wanting to stay and take care of her. But upon seeing Si Ye's demeanor, she dismissed the thought.
It should be Si Ye who stayed by her side now, not her mother.
