Yan Ting was filled with hatred toward her, yet when he looked at her frail and sickly appearance, his movements, unconsciously, grew gentler.
He carried her out of the warm water, dried her off, and even personally found a set of clothes to help her change into.
But… women's clothing truly is troublesome.
Yan Ting, the distinguished heir, found this task rather challenging. It took him some effort to finish dressing her, and by then, Yan Ting was already sweating profusely.
He carried her, still unconscious, downstairs.
The driver had already received the call and was waiting at the entrance to the hall.
"Young Master, what happened to Miss Lin?"
"She's ill!" Yan Ting threw out those two words before hurriedly carrying her into the car.
A fleet of cars sped through the rainy night, heading straight for the hospital.
Late at night, Gu Qianxi received an urgent call from Yan Ting. He reluctantly drove to the hospital.
