Ye Huan hurried back to the suite, and upon seeing the scene inside, his expression changed slightly.
At this moment, the bed sheets were covered in slightly darkened blood and a thick liquid emitting a strong, pungent odor. Jiang Shishuang had already fainted, her body twitching incessantly, fresh blood gushing from her small mouth, her face pale as a corpse.
Ye Huan quickly stepped forward, first placing his hand on Jiang Shishuang's forehead. Feeling her body as hot as boiling water, he swiftly unwrapped a bandage wrapped around her arm.
Seeing the wound beneath the bandage had festered terribly, his expression changed again, and he urgently asked the ship's staff at the door, "Do you have antibiotics on this ship?"
"Yes, yes!"
"Where?!"
"In the infirmary, I'll take you there!"
Quickly, the staff led Ye Huan to the infirmary!
The wealthy merchants gathered outside the door had long been repelled by the pungent odor inside the room.
