Xia rushuang let out a short cry of pain, and then no more sound came out. The intense pain was indescribable. Pouring alcohol on the wound was more painful than pouring salt on it.
Xia rushuang's body convulsed and convulsed. She opened her mouth, but her eyes kept rolling back into her head. Her throat made some muffled sounds, but she couldn't take a single breath. She was in so much pain that she felt like she could die at any moment.
When the doctors and nurses saw that scene, they were so scared that their legs were trembling.
Two nurses were so scared that they covered their mouths and didn't dare to make a sound. Tears were streaming down their faces.
Yan qingsi's gaze swept across them, and they all trembled like a sieve.
She stopped the recording."Give Madam Xia proper treatment. I want her to live."
"Yes, yes, yes ... I will, I will ..." The doctor immediately replied, trembling.
"Go ahead," Yan qingsi waved her hand.
