He Was Crying

Beep———

"Doctor Zhao, bad news! The patient has lost consciousness again!"

"The patient's heart is dropping rapidly!"

"Prepare for emergency treatment!"

Beep———

"Cough!"

After Ling Sheng let out a cough, she spat out a mouthful of water. She opened her eyes slowly and saw the man in front of her, whose eyes were red as he looked at her. Before she could say 'Third Master', she was suddenly embraced tightly by him.

The man was very strong, and his grip hurt a little. It was as though he wanted to melt her into his blood and bones. His chin was propped on her shoulder, trembling.

Ling Sheng could clearly feel warm liquid flowing into her neck. There was a raw, salty taste filling her throat, and her chest felt uncomfortably choked up. Her eyes felt sore and swollen, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.