"Get a basin!" Yang Qi said suddenly.
Liao Fusheng quickly brought over a clean basin.
The next moment, Hong Mei opened her mouth and spat out blood—black blood.
Liao Fusheng watched, incredibly worried. She's spitting up so much blood! Hong Mei was already so weak… after losing this much blood, surely nothing terrible will happen, right?
However, his trust in Yang Qi kept him from voicing his concerns.
But Zhang Biao was a different story. The man couldn't wait for Yang Qi to be discredited, so he started shouting, "Look, she's spitting up blood! Yang Qi, you bastard, you really are a fraud! What have you done to Sister-in-Law Hong Mei?"
"Sister-in-Law Hong Mei was already weak, and you made her spit up all that blood! You quack! You Jianghu swindler!"
"Liao Fusheng, call the police! Call the police right now!"
"Get this son of a bitch thrown in jail!"
Tong Shan remained silent.
