Soon, the servants in the villa rushed upstairs and rushed into the study.
When they saw the scene in the study, the servants were shocked.
Zhang Xiuqin shouted, "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and carry Old Luo into the room!"
The servants did not dare to hesitate. They quickly carried Luo Zhongyue out of the study and into the room next door.
At this moment, Luo Zhongyue was lying on the bed. His breathing was rapid and his face was pale. Blood was still flowing from his mouth and nose, and he looked very painful.
A few servants were flustered and listless. They quickly brought over some water and wiped the blood off Luo Zhongyue's face.
Zhang Xiuqin quickly called Luo Zhongyue's private doctor and asked him to rush over.
After the call, Zhang Xiuqin came to the bed and held Luo Zhongyue's hand tightly.
Her eyes were red as she said with a sobbing tone, "Old Luo, don't scare me. What's wrong with you?
