Traumatized

He Yibin couldn't recall how many times Lu Yi had paid him visits. Since when did he become Lu Yi private doctor? Still, it was understandable considering the inconveniences of his wife's identity as a public figure. 

"Is she okay?" asked Lu Yi worriedly. Yan Huan hadn't been talking for a while already. All she did was lie there, her face pale and her body slightly cold. 

"She's fine. Probably just traumatized," said He Yibin, who couldn't find anything out of the ordinary after a while. "Her body temperature is slightly low, but it shouldn't be a problem." 

Traumatized? Lu Yi sat down and placed a hand on Yan Huan's forehead. Her skin was cold to touch, and her porcelain skin had a ghastly pallor. Even her pink lips were dull and pale. 

"Tsk…" He Yibin pointed at Lu Yi's face. "Spit it out, what happened to your face? A scratch left by a woman? Don't tell me she's like this because she caught you cheating!"