"Second Brother, what's wrong?"
Ning Dai's panicked cries came from the room, mixed with Mo Chen's suppressed screams of pain. The servants in the villa heard the commotion and surrounded them.
Mo Chen fell to the ground, blood continuously spewing out of his mouth. Ning Dai's hand pressed tightly on his chest, tears falling down.
"Send him to the hospital!"
Chen Shan and the butler carried Mo Chen to the car in a panic. Ning Dai jumped into the car and drove away.
The villa became quiet. A middle-aged servant ran into the room when no one was looking. Looking at the broken bowl of medicine, he smiled in satisfaction and took out his phone to send a message.
"Success."
In the hospital's high-class ward.
Mo Chen was sitting in his wheelchair. His fingers tapped on the handle repeatedly, making a dull sound. Ning Dai stared at her phone.
