Old Sir Song trembled violently and then spat out a mouthful of blood.
Jiang Xiaoxiao and Song Moting were both stunned.
Vomiting blood?!
This doesn't make sense.
Wasn't it a stroke?
"Doctor, what's going on?"
Song Qingyun anxiously looked at the doctor.
The doctor looked at the old man, also clearly flustered, "I don't know, this shouldn't be happening. He shouldn't be vomiting blood, I didn't hit any critical acupuncture points!"
Mr. Feng, who was also in the ward, had an uneasy expression. If something happened to Old Sir Song, he wouldn't know how to explain it.
He was the one who brought this doctor here.
"Hurry up and check him!"
Song Qingcheng grabbed the doctor and pointed at his father.
Old Sir Song was now convulsing violently, practically curling into a ball, vomiting blood in large amounts.
Jiang Xiaoxiao looked at the blood, and her vision darkened.
The blood was black.
Poisoning!
