Han Xia had tears streaming down her face, "It’s all my fault, Kang Li—it’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have suggested going to help..."
Kang Li’s complexion was as pale as paper, barely showing any sign of blood. Her lips quivered slightly as she gave Han Xia a weak smile, her voice sounding incredibly frail, "I’m okay, you... don’t be nervous..."
Leaning on Han Xia, Kang Li looked towards the passenger seat, "Sir, you don’t need to... don’t need to take me to the hospital, just take us..." After giving their home address, Kang Li didn’t hear the man’s response and had to call out to the middle-aged man again, "Sir, please..."
"You need to go to the hospital."
The middle-aged man’s mind was in turmoil, his voice still trembling a bit.
"Kang Li, let’s go to the hospital first. Don’t worry, I will call Director Loh."
The tears in Han Xia’s eyes uncontrollably surged forth.
Before participating in the competition, some leaders and teammates might have doubted Kang Li’s abilities, but the four gold medals she personally won this time were enough to prove that she was a dazzling rising star in sports.
Such a talent, upon returning to the country, would undoubtedly receive significant attention and be protected by the leaders.
But now, just because she had gone shopping and because of her suggestion, she would end up in the hospital. Would the leaders and teammates perhaps grind their teeth in frustration at her?
"I’m truly fine. I just can’t muster up the energy. It’s a chronic issue of mine; I just need to lie down for a few hours and I’ll recover." Why does this body still suffer from such a sequela even after being carefully conditioned?
Kang Li felt like crying.
"You aren’t lying to me?"
Han Xia asked with a sob in her voice.

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