Only then did Qiao Xu notice that something was wrong with him. She felt that his hand on her wrist was a bit cold, and her heart tightened immediately as she furrowed her brows and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothi…"
He had just opened his mouth when another mouthful of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, turning his clothes red. The bleeding was quite severe.
"Lu Moqing!"
His face turned worse and worse in front of her, and a touch of panic filled his previously calm eyes in an instant.
"Xuxu, give me a chance..."
His body swayed slightly, as he could no longer support himself, but his hand still tried its best to grasp her, fearing that she would leave once he lost consciousness.
By the time Shen Zeheng arrived, Lu Moqing had already passed out, his complexion so awful that even Shen Zeheng couldn't help frowning. After a series of emergency treatments, the situation was finally stabilized.
