Mrs. Bo's face underwent a drastic change, the scream stuck in her throat, but her body was still unable to suppress the nausea that crept over her, and goosebumps popped out.
Shi Jiayin, watching from the side, couldn't help but feel a bit queasy herself, silently grateful that Mrs. Bo had taken the little bastard away, or she would have been the one covered in vomit.
"How could this be? Wasn't he better? Doctor, call the doctor in quickly!" Old Mrs. Bo was so anxious that her heart began to ache again, clutching her chest on one side while laboriously giving orders.
One servant hurried out of the room to call the doctor, while another supported the old lady to sit on the sofa, helping her to catch her breath, and the room once again descended into chaos.
Mrs. Bo could not bear it any longer and said to one of the servants, "What are you waiting for? Take the young master away!"
