Mo Qiansu looked at him, the man who was just as domineering and hateful as a demon had suddenly become so frail. Her brain couldn't keep up, but her body involuntarily moved toward him.
She bent down, "Where does it hurt? Let me see."
Gu Xuanye's thin lips parted slightly as he lifted his other hand, grabbed Mo Qiansu's hand, and guided her fingertips along his arm upwards, then across his shoulder, down, and finally, to his heart.
Mo Qiansu reminded him, "This is your heart, not a bone!"
"Yes, it's here that hurts, so much that I can't breathe..."
Mo Qiansu had a moment where she thought he was deceiving her, but seeing him now struggling to breathe, his forehead covered in cold sweat, he didn't seem to be pretending at all.
"What should we do? Should I call a doctor for you?" Mo Qiansu's voice became more tense, her panic making her feel at a loss, "Where is your phone? I should first call your assistant, let him come to pick you up..."
