"Luo Ying!" Lu Zhao climbed the stairs and reached out to catch Luo Ying, who was on the verge of collapsing.
He could not care less about the water on the ground. He knelt on the ground, hugging her with one hand while dialing Wen Yu's number with the other.
"I…" The blackness engulfed Luo Ying's mind, and she was rendered speechless.
An hour later.
"Anemia?!" Lu Zhao's expression darkened dramatically as he heard Wen Yu's prognosis from the hallway.
