Looking at Gan Yan Yu, who stood before him with her head lowered and her arms hugged tightly around herself,
Lin Tian felt a little helpless.
Saying something like that was practically cheating.
How could Lin Tian bear to criticize Gan Yan Yu any further when she looked so pitiful?
After a long while, he slowly reached out and gently brushed aside the strands of hair covering the girl's face.
Looking at her slightly flushed cheeks and weak complexion,
he patiently asked,
"Where do you want to go now? The hospital, or home?"
"Home."
Gan Yan Yu murmured.
Then she grabbed Lin Tian's sleeve again and softly said,
"I'll be fine after taking some medicine and resting for a while."
"Alright."
Lin Tian stopped insisting.
He hailed a taxi from the roadside, and the two of them got in.
Along the way, Gan Yan Yu lay in the backseat, seemingly already somewhat delirious.
With the last bit of strength she had,
she kept gripping Lin Tian's sleeve, unwilling to let go.
Taking the opportunity, Lin Tian looked up the symptoms of an asthma attack in severe patients online.
Of those, extreme physical exhaustion and tightness in the chest were the most serious.
Lin Tian guessed
that this probably wasn't just from the exertion of playing for so long earlier.
The tense atmosphere and heightened emotions could all worsen an attack.
They really had gone a little too far in the classroom just now.
Not to mention Gan Yan Yu, even Lin Tian's emotions had been stirred up. By the time the performance ended, he had been gasping for breath too.
But
if she couldn't even endure this much,
then what about performing onstage?
With thousands of spectators, an even more oppressive atmosphere, and greater pressure.
Could she really do it?