Beitang Chuxin, who was in so much pain that she couldn't fall asleep, was awake the whole time. Although she had had a stroke, the hospital had treated her promptly. Her situation wasn't that bad.
But the wound from the knife hurt badly, as did the injuries on her face and body. It was so painful, like a burning fire, she couldn't sleep at all.
Even if she fell asleep for a moment, the pain quickly woke her up.
Hearing that person's voice, Beitang Chuxin perked up. She knew that this person was much better than her and could definitely kill Ming Mei.
She struggled to lift her hand, muttering, "Ah... ah... I... I... no..."
Beitang Chuxin's mouth was skewed, and her tongue was not straight, making it impossible for her to speak properly.
She wanted to say that it wasn't her fault, it was all Ming Mei, that treacherous woman was too cunning...
