After opening the door, she saw Yeh Huang leaning against the wall, sitting there with his left hand clutching his chest and his right hand by the door. It must have been this hand that had held the bedroom door earlier, but now it hung limply at his side. His face was pale, his eyes tightly shut, and between the fingers clutching his chest, large patches of blood had already soaked through the clothes, seeping through the fingers and dripping onto the floor...
Long Linger was terrified, and the plastic bag in her hand instantly fell to the ground. Was he dead?
She sat down on the floor, slowly reaching out to feel his breath. After a long while, she felt a faint breath... Only then did she let out a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, he was still alive, just unconscious.
"Uncle, hold on. I'll go get a doctor right away!"
She frantically ran to the door, only to have a pant leg pulled. Turning around, Yeh Huang had woken up, staring at her, "Don't go!"
