Under the harsh glow of the fluorescent lights, Phoebe's face appeared deathly pale, drained of all color.
She lay quietly on the bed, her eyes closed, devoid of any vitality.
After conducting a series of examinations, the doctor inserted a needle into the back of her hand and hung an IV bottle.
"Sir, she's simply too weak. She hasn't eaten for a long time, which caused her to faint suddenly. After administering a nutrient solution, she'll be fine. When she wakes up, don't rush to feed her solid food. Start with some liquids, and after two hours, she can eat something light." The doctor gave instructions and prescribed some medication, adding, "She needs to take these three times a day, before meals."
"Understood," Alexander replied, his expression grave. "Will these medications have a
