Luo Hongying walked in, her voice soft with apology as she called out, "Shiche... are you feeling very uncomfortable?"
As she spoke, she walked toward him. Mo Shiche felt a fishy sensation in his throat, and boiling blood seemed about to surge up. He suddenly shouted coldly, "I told you to give me the medicine! Right now! Immediately!"
He reached out to drag her over and press for answers, but the next second, a bone-eroding intense pain rapidly spread to his limbs and bones—
Mo Shiche let out a deep, muffled growl as he abruptly fell to his knees, his shoulder brushing against the wall.
He painfully grasped his own throat, forcing himself to stay conscious. No, he couldn't have an attack at this moment, Luo Qiangwei was still downstairs. If she came up, it would terrify her, he could hurt her...
He had once beaten Yunshen that badly.
