From morning to noon, she burned hotter. This wasn’t just from the internal heat of eating too much roast lamb. For days, she had been anxious and worried, pushing herself to near exhaustion. The moment she finally let her guard down, her pent-up tension eased, but she also succumbed to a bit of heatstroke. Under this combined assault, she felt unbearably miserable.

The housekeeper came and cooked porridge and prepared some side dishes. She didn’t want to eat and politely sent her away.

Wan Donglin had called several times, but she didn’t want to worry him, so she tried to muster up the energy to say she was much better.

The medication had no effect, cooling her down physically didn’t work, and she had no desire to even glance at food. By three or four in the afternoon, she finally couldn’t bear it anymore and dragged herself to the hospital.

The hospital was overcrowded.

Finally, she found an empty seat in the lobby and found herself surrounded by patients, each accompanied by several family members. Even the robustly built men who were sick had relatives with them.

Did everyone really need to be so fragile?

Finally, the IV drip was set up. She suddenly felt quite remarkable. Living alone, wasn’t she managing just fine? It wasn’t as if she had some major illness; why would she need anyone to look after her?

At that moment, she suddenly felt a numbness throughout her body and collapsed on the floor.

Someone nearby shouted, "Doctor...doctor...please come quickly..."

The doctor rushed over and immediately removed the IV drip.

As she slowly opened her eyes, she was completely confused about what had just happened.

"My God... Miss, you had an allergic reaction to one of the medicines. Why weren’t you tested for this before?"

Unaware of the danger, she asked in confusion, "I had an allergy test before the infusion. I wasn’t allergic to Cephalosporin..."

"It’s not Cephalosporin, it’s another drug. This type of allergic reaction can lead to death within three minutes. Miss, didn’t you feel anything before this?"

Still unconcerned, she shrugged it off, "I’m perfectly fine, aren’t I?"

The doctor was visibly sweating with concern and hurriedly said, "Just wait a moment, we are going to change the medicine for you... The chances of being allergic to this medicine are very, very low. We didn’t expect..."

A nearby elderly woman chimed in, "Young lady, why didn’t you have someone from your family accompany you for your IV treatment?"

She was taken aback and didn’t reply.

Then, the elderly woman murmured, "It’s always better to go to a big hospital when you are ill. There are more people around. If you were at a smaller hospital and nobody noticed, wouldn’t that have been fatal?"

Another person added, "Exactly. I recently read a report about a woman who was working alone outside her hometown. She got pneumonia and went to a private clinic for IV therapy. She suddenly died, and the clinic quietly disposed of her body in a river to avoid paying compensation. It took her family more than half a month to realize she was missing..."

Only then did Yan Xixi begin to feel a flicker of delayed fear.

The IV was reconnected, and this time, the nurse stood by for several minutes until she was certain there were no more unexpected reactions before leaving. Before leaving, she reminded, "Patient, you have a severe viral infection, which is highly contagious. You will need IV therapy for a few more days. It would be better if your relatives could accompany you tomorrow."

She just smiled and didn’t make a sound.

Feeling drowsy, her phone kept ringing. All the calls were from Wan Donglin.

"Xixi, are you feeling better now?"

She hesitated slightly and said, "Much better. I just need some rest, don’t worry about me..."

"What are you doing now?"

"I’m lying in bed, so don’t worry."

"I will come back early. What do you want to eat?"

"No worries, continue with your work. Porridge is enough for me."

"You must eat something..."

"I know..."