"In a sealed wooden box?" Zhong Li repeated the sentence with a grim expression.
Gu Nanxi has claustrophobia. Zhong Li had seen how uncomfortable he was in an elevator. Now that he's been kidnapped for such a long time, Zhong Li couldn't imagine how he endured it.
Moreover, the kidnappers took him without leaving any signs of beating. They just locked him in a sealed wooden box, clearly knowing he had claustrophobia.
"Xiao Xi, Nancy has claustrophobia. Is it really okay for him to remain unconscious like this?"
Zhong Li deliberately lowered her voice; she didn't want more people to know about this.
"The nurse will push him to the ward later, and once the IV is set up, I'll be monitoring his condition constantly."
When the nurse wheeled Gu Nanxi out of the examination room, Zhong Li instantly began to cry, feeling as if a dagger had pierced her heart, sharp and painful.
She held Gu Nanxi's slightly cool palm, her throat as if stuffed with cotton, making her unable to speak.
