This is a small one-bedroom apartment with hardly any extra furniture. There isn't even a coffee table or a TV, just a broken-down sofa.
Moreover, the room's decoration is very simple, just a few photos hanging on the wall.
But as soon as he entered the door, Li Feng suddenly noticed that Su Wanrong's complexion was off, her breathing was very rapid, as if she was about to faint.
Li Feng was startled and immediately went over to Su Wanrong, placed her on the sofa, and began checking on her.
"It's just congenital low blood pressure. Today's fright, coupled with the effect of the medicine, has caused poor blood circulation. If it continues, blood clots could form, which would be dangerous."
Li Feng's brow furrowed slightly, seeing that Su Wanrong was still somewhat lucid, he hastily said to her:
"Wanrong, the medicine has caused a blockage in your body. I'm going to give you a massage treatment, so don't worry, you'll be better soon."
