Her face was deathly pale, and her lips had a faint purplish hue, with bloodstains on the pink bed sheet.
Especially on the pillow, where there were more bloodstains, the blood had already clotted, dark red and foul-smelling.
"Why is there so much blood?!" Emma Benson's face turned grim as she leaned over to check on Fiona Schmidt. Fortunately, at this moment, her breathing was stable, though she still had a fever.
"It's nothing, probably just a fever causing inflammation. Take some medicine, get an IV drip, and rest a bit, she'll be fine." The head of the medical team, a man named Fang around forty years old, suggested to Elijah Schmidt, "Marshal, if you're worried, we recommend hospitalization!"
"Of course, of course, we must hospitalize her!..." Julia Anderson was terrified, her face pale with worry, as she clung to her husband's hand, insisting on going to the hospital.
