Beads of cold sweat dripped down her forehead, and a moan involuntarily escaped her lips.
"Tara..." Seeing her in such pain, the blood color in Liam Yancey's eyes deepened. He bowed his head, cradling her small face in his hands, his thick eyebrows knitted tightly together. "Tell me, where does it hurt? Is it your stomach!?"
"Liam..." Tara Summer struggled to open her eyes, her lips trembling, her complexion alarmingly pale. "...I feel... something isn't right, my stomach hurts so much... Ugh..."
Hearing this, she groaned deeply again, and then, she actually fainted.
"Tara Summer!?..." Liam Yancey gently patted her cheek, the blood red in his eyes deepening, a chill beginning to gather bit by bit.
Just then, dozens of doctors and nurses rushed in urgently, all with panic on their faces.
Leading them were three American female doctors, and everyone immediately crowded around the bedside.
