"Hai Ling, Hai Ling..."

A series of sounds rang in my ears.

Here it seems that sometimes there is Zhang Yi, sometimes Xiong Xin, sometimes Director Peng, and sometimes Director Lao.

These voices seemed extremely anxious, but they were far away and near at times.

I tried hard to open my eyes but couldn't. I struggled for a long time in the darkness.

Finally, the pain all over my body activated my brain cells, and once again my soul and body were finally aligned.

I opened my eyes with difficulty, only to find that every inch of my skin seemed to be in pain, and every slightest movement felt like needles pricking me.

The people around me saw me opening my eyes, and then they made another sound:

"Hai Ling, how do you feel?" Zhang Yi's voice seemed a bit far away.

"She woke up. Her symptoms are not very clear yet, so she must stay in the hospital for observation!"

A strange voice sounded, and I turned my eyes to try to see this hazy world clearly.

It turned out that I had already arrived at the hospital, and the room was crowded with people.

"Then how long will it take for her condition to improve? What's the reason?"

I actually heard the voice of Xiong Xin’s mother, Aunt Fang.

I instinctively wanted to get up, but someone told me not to move: "You can't move yet! You must have an allergic reaction."

"Allergic?" Xiong Xin's voice was a little surprised.

"Let's assume that for the time being, because for some unknown reason, her skin is all purple and cannot be touched, and the subcutaneous tissue appears to be extremely active.

However, after checking various data, there were no other toxins in the blood. Moreover, Lao Qin and his people came just now and took all the food on the table for testing, and no poisonous food was found.

We can only rule it as an allergy at the moment."

I finally realized that this strange voice came from a middle-aged male doctor wearing a white coat.

He looked at me helplessly: "This allergic reaction varies from person to person, and the symptoms are also different, and the allergens are also all kinds of strange, so it is difficult to make a conclusion at the moment."

"Then when will his allergic symptoms be relieved?" Zhang Yi asked eagerly.

"This is not very clear. As I said just now, the allergic symptoms vary from person to person. It is not clear yet what exactly Miss Hai is allergic to or what the substance contained in this item is. We have no way to give a response.

It is a relief plan, so you can only use some pain relief and regular anti-allergic drugs.”

"Then after talking for a long time, her disease is incurable?"

Xiong Xin also asked.

"Doctor, may I ask if this is life-threatening?" came the voice of the old director.

"It's hard to say!" The doctor paused and said, "Some people will be fine in two days, and some people may die. It's hard to say."

"What? It's still life-threatening..." came Aunt Fang's exclamation.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and Aunt Fang seemed to start sobbing.

"This child... why is his life so miserable!" She said as she seemed to walk out the door.

I listened vaguely and thought to myself: This must not be an allergy!

"I...what's going on with me!" I tried my best to open my mouth and spit out a sentence. It seemed that even the strength to speak was going to kill me.

Even the slightest movement of the lips will cause pain like a thousand arrows piercing the heart.

After waiting for a while, no one seemed willing to tell me what my current state was.

Finally I heard Zhang Yi say: "Your whole body is swollen like a pig now."

…

ah……

It's weird that my whole body hurts. All my cells have only one feeling, and that's pain!

And this kind of pain seems to come from the ice hell, thousands of years of ice needles are pricking you! Every inch of your skin is not spared!

I cursed silently in my heart!

Anyway, as a sinister, I definitely can't die, otherwise shouldn't what I see now be the two adults, black and white?

But how long do I have to endure this sin? It is really too painful.

"Don't worry, I won't die."

I saw that a group of people were a little lifeless, so in order to lighten the atmosphere, I tried to say something calming.

"What is immortal, really!" Zhang Yi was speechless for a moment.

"Don't talk too much, it hurts a lot!" Xiong Xin seemed to be standing on the right side of my bed.

I rolled my eyes and saw that his face was scorched. Maybe I was a little swollen now.

I seemed to see from their eyes that I seemed to be quite serious.

"Those reporters are still outside, why don't you go tell them to leave!"

The voice of the old director was relatively calm: "Don't worry too much, everyone. I believe Lingling will be fine and she will be fine in two days.

It’s just that I will suffer some hardships these two days! Zhang Yi will go back and bring the curator over in a while.”

"Ah?" Zhang Yi was a little confused...

He and Xiong Xin were about to go out to send away the group of reporters, but were stunned by the old director's words.

"Who is the curator?" the doctor suddenly asked.

"Oh, it's her cat!" Xiong Xin replied.

"That's not possible. Cats are not allowed in our hospital. While she is in the hospital, your relatives and friends will have to help take care of her cat."

The doctor apparently had strict prohibitions on bringing the cat to the hospital.

"Ah..." The old director let out an anxious and worried sigh.

"You can all exit and let the patient have a good rest. Her skin is extremely fragile due to allergies. If she is infected with any bacteria, it will aggravate the condition. So it is better to have fewer people coming and going.

Don't worry, Mr. Fan has already said hello, and since Miss Shanghai is a public figure now, we will definitely take good care of her."

The doctor said in a very professional tone and began to signal everyone in the room to leave.

After a while of shouting and caring, I finally calmed down amidst the noise outside the door.

I took a deep breath, but every breath made all the nerves in my body jump out to fight the pain.

I struggled to sit up with some difficulty, because I really wanted to see what I looked like now.

But obviously I tried very hard and still didn't move my body even half an inch!

I began to curse secretly in my heart: This damn cat hasn’t appeared yet.

So who is Fan Tiancheng? Judging from the implication of his words and my current reaction, this guy must not be a normal human being.

Could it be that he is some kind of big shot? He also knows the curator, and he seems to know that the curator is not here these days?

What he said: Maybe he can’t come either!

what does that mean?

Why do I always feel that he knows the reason why the curator can't come?

What on earth did he do to me to make me so swollen that I can't move like a living corpse?

Could it be that...the curator is in any danger?

Thinking of this, I feel anxious...
Chapter completed!