Duanmu Zhe rose to his feet to give Chu Jin a place, "Ninth Sister-in-law, please have a seat."
Chu Jin composed herself and sat on the edge of the bed, extending her hand to take Mo Qingyi's pulse before closing her eyes.
Everyone in the room held their breath following Chu Jin's actions.
It was very quiet.
Nobody spoke.
After a moment, Chu Jin slowly opened her eyes, and the elderly Mrs. Mo asked anxiously, "Jin, how is it? What's the situation with Qingyi now? Is there any chance for recovery?"
Chu Jin sighed, then shook her head.
The implication was clear without words.
Seeing Chu Jin like this, Bao Bao immediately grew anxious and turned to Bei Bei, "This is bad, this is bad, could Auntie really become an idiot?"
