"Sister, sister..."
Liu Xinghe reached out his trembling hand and gently patted her face.
The red blood vessels in his eyes told of the kind of days he had been through for these three days.
"Miss Liu, Miss Liu..."
Liu Mianmian's consciousness had completely slipped into a coma, only murmuring repeatedly: Heartless!
Her complexion was deathly pale, as if all the blood in her body had been vomited out, her lips and face were already the same color.
Her whole body was icy cold.
"Miss Liu, wake up, wake up..."
He continued to call out, but received no response.
Fuzi reached out and pushed him aside, angrily saying, "Just calling won't help; quickly move aside and let my master treat her!"
Doctor Ji stretched out his hand to the fallen Liu Xinghe, asking, "Where's the reply?"
