Lu Mian's condition came suddenly and urgently.
The group of people who were joking around froze; her calm tone initially made them think she was joking.
Upon closer look, the girl seemed calm, but her face was growing increasingly pale, with beads of sweat rolling down in large drops. Her hands gripping the edge of the table were clenched, the joints showing blue and white, and the tendons were distinct.
She was clearly trying her best to endure the pain.
"Mianmian!"
Xiao Qimo's voice was the first to break the silence. He suddenly stood up and bent over to scoop Lu Mian up into his arms.
This moment had been anticipated for a long time.
He had rehearsed it many times and gave himself much psychological preparation.
But when the moment truly arrived, Xiao Qimo found his hands trembling, his voice shaky, and the surrounding air turning cold.
"To the hospital immediately!"
At the man's command, the elders finally snapped out of their shock.
