"Somebody help, save me!"
Zhong Lingling's voice grew weaker and weaker.
But Shen Zhixuan, who opened the window, heard it loud and clear.
Is that Lingling? What happened?
Shen Zhixuan hastily set down his coffee.
Without a second thought, he immediately opened the door and ran downstairs.
Indeed, he saw Zhong Lingling lying on her side at the entrance of Jingxiang Pavilion, her voice hoarse, still calling for help.
"Lingling, what happened?" Shen Zhixuan strode over to Zhong Lingling's side.
"My stomach hurts so bad, Brother Zhixuan, save me!" Zhong Lingling said in agony.
"Hang on, I'm going to take you to see a doctor right away!"
Shen Zhixuan squatted down in front of Zhong Lingling, carefully helping her up from the ground and noticed that Zhong Lingling was sweating profusely, obviously in extreme pain, yet she kept thanking him: "Thank you, Brother! Sorry to bother you!"
"In the future, don't be so formal with me!"
