"How is the doctor doing?"
The doctor sighed and said to the people around him, "I'm sorry, we've done everything we could."
The doctor's words stunned everyone. They all knew what those words meant. Qiu Qian nearly fainted but was barely held up by someone next to her.
Just then, the cart carrying Qiu Qing's body was wheeled out of the emergency room, covered with a white cloth.
Ling Zhenfei pulled back the white cloth covering Qiu Qing, who lay on his back, his face purplish, and his lips turned black—a severe sign of poisoning. Without a moment's hesitation, Ling Zhenfei grabbed Qiu Qing's wrist to feel for his pulse.
"What are you doing, Ling Zhenfei? My husband has already been poisoned to death, what more do you want to do?" The person speaking this time was He Yun, who, until now, had remained silent, but suddenly burst out in anger.
