Soon, Feng Yan brought a doctor and a nurse over.
Yu Wanqing was clutching Gu Beicheng's arm tightly all the time, no matter how many people came into the room, it seemed that this man was the only one in her eyes.
"Doctor, please check on Lady Qing's condition," Chi He gently reminded.
"Alright." The doctor nodded and walked over.
When she saw the shadows of strangers, suddenly, Yu Wanqing's body shook violently.
"Bei... Beicheng, make them leave, I don't... don't want them! No!"
She looked at the male doctor, too agitated to speak clearly.
"Beicheng, make them leave, hurry and drive them out... I don't want them! They are all bad people, I don't want them!"
As soon as the words were spoken, Yu Wanqing began sobbing silently.
"She's not wearing clothes, you all leave first, but the nurse stays," Gu Beicheng's indifferent voice rang out.
"Yes, Seventh Young Master." The doctor nodded.
"Yes." Chi He also nodded.
