Meng Shujing impatiently shouted, "What's going on?"
"Li Xiaoxiao, she... she's not looking right...."
"Can't you see I'm busy? Stop causing trouble, get her out." Meng Shujing shouted.
"Madam, please go take a look."
Meng Shujing comforted Yan Jin and got up to go next door, only to see a woman kneeling on the ground, pale and in pain, huddled over with a large pool of blood spreading beneath her, shocking to the eyes.
As a woman, Meng Shujing knew all too well what this was, hoping it was not what she feared. She clenched her fist and quickly instructed, "Go get a doctor now."
It never rains but it pours; if anything happened to Li Xiaoxiao, it would be hard to explain to Fourth Uncle.
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An hour later, the light in the operating room went off, and Qiao Wen'er came out wiping her sweaty forehead.
Director Zhang also quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, the patient was fine, or today would really be hard to explain.
