Bang!
Chen An's knee hit the floor, and he winced in pain. Mo Nanjue said, "Cover your mouth, bite the blood bag open, and gag a few times."
Chen An did as he was told.
He bent down, supported himself on the floor with one hand, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Chen An pressed his tongue against his lip, damn, this diluted ketchup tastes awful...
He hung his head and gagged, while covering his chest with the other hand, and began to cough violently as if on cue.
Fu Qingshuang was shocked and hurriedly squatted down to pat Chen An's back, "Xiao, what's wrong?"
Mo Nanjue glanced at the time, "Keep coughing, stop when I say so."
Chen An continued to cough.
After three minutes, Mo Nanjue spoke, "Stop, then lower your head and say intermittently, Qingshuang, I'm sorry, I don't have much time left..."
Chen An repeated as instructed.
Fu Qingshuang's almond-shaped eyes widened, she knelt beside him, her face completely pale, "Xiao, what do you mean..."
