"Third Master, Miss Qiao has fainted."
Qiao An lay limp on the ground, the handcuffs on her wrists had chafed against her delicate skin, leaving a trail of blood.
"Qiao An."
Mu Jingxi helped her up, leaning her against him while he took out the keys and unlocked the handcuffs on her wrists.
Her face was pale; she had a condition of hypoglycemia, which Mu Jingxi knew about.
Could her sudden fainting be related to low blood sugar?
He picked her up and strode back, "Call the doctor, quick!"
"Yes, Third Master!"
Mu Shaoxi wiped away tears and scampered after Mu Jingxi.
Back in the West Wing, the doctor was already waiting in the bedroom.
Laying Qiao An carefully on the bed, Mu Jingxi stepped back a few paces, "Examine her."
"Yes, Third Master."
The doctors crowded around to examine Qiao An.
Someone tugged at his trouser leg.