311 Gosh, Ning Qing Must Have Gone To Look For Young Master Lu

Ning Qing was listening on quietly, and she did not reply. She withdrew her small hand and placed it on her abdomen. Her long lashes that resembled a butterfly's wings were silently closed together, and she was obediently drinking the water that Yin Shuiling was giving her.

The cup of water was empty in a moment. She had a high fever of 41 celsius, and she was badly dehydrated.

"Ning Qing, do you still want to drink more?"

Ning Qing shook her head, and there was a hint of hoarseness in her weak and frail voice as she said, "I don't want to drink anymore. Shuiling, let me sleep for a while more."

"Okay." Yin Shuiling helped Ning Qing lie down, then covered her with the blankets.