Zhan mo watched as Zhan Jia 'er's pupils dilated. In just a few breaths, her face had turned from pale to purple, and even her breathing had stopped.
Zhan mo had seen such a situation too many times.
There had been countless times where he had carried Zhan Jia 'er to the emergency room like this. These were the symptoms of a heart attack.
Zhan mo hurriedly poured out the quick-acting first aid medicine from the medicine bottle he carried with him.
But as an older brother, Zhan mo had always kept this medicine by his side.
After feeding the medicine to Zhan Jia 'er, her purplish-green face gradually turned pale, and then slowly weakened to a weak and translucent white.
At this moment, Zhan Jia 'er had already fainted from the pain and was lying unconscious in Zhan Mo's arms.
