He walked over and squatted down as well. He carefully placed his hand on Yan Huan’s forehead. Her body temperature was extremely low, and he could almost feel the sweat on her forehead, he pulled Yan Huan’s arm out from under the blanket and saw that there was almost no flesh on her fingers. She was as thin as a chicken’s claw, and her arm was almost crushed with just a pinch.
Moreover, there seemed to be traces of needle marks on her arm. This was an injection given to her by someone else.
However, there was nothing new added to it. There was nothing new. It was clean and had grown back.
It could be seen that she had been enduring these past few days with great difficulty. No matter how bitter it was, she was enduring it.
