"Ugh... Blargh!"
As Wang Xiaolong's palm came down, the convulsing old lady suddenly opened her mouth wide, spurting out a mouthful of fresh blood.
The blood was somewhat dirty, and the volume was quite substantial, staining the white sheets on the stretcher red as soon as she spat it out.
And the next moment, the old lady's face turned completely pale, and she collapsed from an intense feeling of weakness.
Although the convulsions had stopped, there was no movement at all.
Furthermore, the shockingly pale face caused Liu Bingyun's heart to skip a beat, "My grandma... she isn't dead, is she?"
The young doctor had been skeptical of Wang Xiaolong already, and now seeing the old lady completely still, he said gravely, "Even if she isn't dead, she's been nearly killed by this charlatan's treatment. Miss Liu, you never should have let him intervene."
