"Zhao Yun, Zhao Yun, tell me what's wrong??" Lai Jiayi asked, panicking. Even Yaya already started to scan Zhao Yang to see what's wrong with his body.
"M-miss...my stomach…" Zhao Yun hadn't finished his words when another pain struck his abdomen.
!
"Akhh!!" The boy screamed, making the other visitors turned their way.
Sweat drenched the boy's face. His face turned red, and tears started to wet his cheek. His lips turned purple, and the boy coughed.
"Khh!" Zhao Yun coughed for a few times while clutching his chest. This time his chest tightened. He couldn't breathe properly.
Lai Jiayi almost peed her pants in fear. The girl shouted to Yaya, [Have you found out what's wrong with him?!]
The girl held Zhao Yun in her arm as she desperately tried to lessen his pain by rubbing his stomach.
[I scanned him earlier, quack...he's poisoned, quack!] Yaya gritted his teeth in frustration. [We need an antidote quack!]
