The pain caused Rong Yan's consciousness to drift away. However, she only had one thought at that moment. She had to find a doctor. Nothing could happen to her.
Jian Jie gradually realized that there seemed to be something wrong with Rong Yan. He frowned and said, " Rong Yan, stop pretending to be sick. Even if you're pretending to be sick, don't think of escaping today.
Rong Yan didn't say anything. Her body was curled up into a ball. She wanted to reach out and cover her lower abdomen, but her hands had not recovered their senses. She wanted to speak, but it was really painful. This kind of pain was different from the kind of superficial wounds. It hurt so much that her heart ached, and it hurt so much that she felt a sense of fear from the bottom of her heart.
Jian Jie realized that there was really something wrong with Rong Yan and quickly turned her face. Only then did he see her face as pale as snow, her head full of cold sweat, and her expression of extreme pain.
