She was clearly getting better, she had clearly woken up, she clearly still remembered An An and him.
Why did she vomit blood? And so much of it?
The more Zhuo Junyue thought about it, the more anxious he felt. Little one, you absolutely cannot be in danger, do you understand?
After an hour of emergency treatment, Zuo Mufeng came out.
Seeing his older brother and An An's worried expressions, before they could speak, Zuo Mufeng quickly said, "Don't worry, sister-in-law is fine."
"But why did she vomit blood? Are you sure she's really fine? Mufeng, tell me the truth, I... I can handle it."
After speaking, Zhuo Junyue's hand clenched tightly. Only he knew the panic in his heart at this moment.
"Brother, the little sister-in-law vomited blood clots that were stored in her lungs. Actually, getting them out is beneficial for her, so don't worry too much."
"Blood clots? Are you certain?"
