She closed her eyes.
The little nurse left shivering, but her demeanor caught others' attention.
Just as Old Master Rong was about to open Rong Yanqiao's ward door, he saw the little nurse acting suspiciously.
He frowned and was about to speak.
The little nurse screamed like she had seen a ghost and turned to run away.
Old Master Rong suddenly sensed something was amiss.
The ward was quiet, with no sound at all.
A bloody scent wafted from the room, Old Master Rong opened the ward door and saw a scene that stopped his heart.
Rong Yanqiao lay on the hospital bed, blood spurting from the corners of her mouth.
Her face was pale, lips black, showing signs of poisoning.
Old Master Rong was quite startled by her appearance.
He wanted to send Rong Yanqiao away but didn't want her to die.
At least, Old Master Rong didn't want Rong Yanqiao to die here.
Having seen much in life, Old Master Rong steadied himself, then quickly pressed the call button next to Rong Yanqiao's bed.
