Why did she show such fear of worrying about me.


    Moreover, what was her painful expression just now?


    Also, Jasmine''s breathing was so rapid that she was breathing so violently that she seemed to have entered a state of hypoxia.


    "Marl!"


    I stood up from the seat next to me and hurried over.


    Zhiying also felt something was wrong and called the family doctor.


    Almost 20 minutes later, the doctor who arrived carefully examined Jasmine''s body with an instrument, and then said respectfully to Zhiying:


    "Sir Zhiying, your friend has nothing to do, he just has hyperventilation syndrome."


    "Excessive...what?"


    Zhiying and I tilted our heads at the same time.


    Although the doctor faced two primary school students, he also patiently explained:


    "Overventilation will accelerate when the disease occurs, resulting in low partial pressure of arterial blood carbon dioxide, respiratory poisoning, and sympathetic nerve excitation. During the attack, patients will feel their heartbeat, palpitations, and sweating. They will speed up their breathing because they cannot feel breathing, resulting in constant excretion of carbon dioxide and excessive concentration, causing symptoms such as secondary respiratory alkalosis."


    "What? Isn''t this very deadly!"


    Zhiying was angry. He tried hard to tiptoe and wanted to pull the doctor''s collar, but he just kept explaining.


    "It''s okay, it''s just because you have a big worry. It''s usually caused by emotions, so just adjust your mentality."


    "Zhiying, Kuihua, I''m fine."


    Jasmine, who was sitting aside and muffled, said so weakly.


    But her expression was a little pale, and she didn''t seem to be fine at all.


    I stared at her blankly, feeling like my heart was penetrated.


    I''m in trouble.


    For some reason, I had a feeling that if Jasmine left me, the disease would not be cured, and then she would... die in withdrawal symptoms.


    ·····


    "Dad, Dad!"


    After I separated from them, I couldn''t help but burst into tears and rushed home in a daze.


    After knocking on the door almost desperately, I threw myself into my father''s arms.


    My father, who was already on vacation before moving, was drinking tea. He stared at me crying with pear blossoms in the rain.


    "Ye? Sunflower? What''s wrong with you?"


    "Please, don''t move, don''t get promoted, okay!"


    I knelt directly in front of him and cried in tears.


    Because things were too sudden, Dad didn''t seem to figure out what was going on.