Feng Yexuan coughed up blood.
He coughed up a lot, so much that his clothes and the bed sheets beneath him were stained red over a large area.
Chu Qianli's forehead was sweating as she changed his IV and administered acupuncture to ease his blood flow.
After toiling for more than an hour, she finally managed to stabilize his condition.
Blood still clung to the corners of his mouth, but at least he was no longer vomiting blood.
He had vomited, so much.
Looking at the pool of fresh blood on the bedding, Chu Qianli's heart was twisted with both sourness and pain!
Leng Ji was so frightened that he had lost all color: "Princess, the Prince... could he... might he..."
"No!" Chu Qianli's face darkened as she immediately interrupted him.
No, it couldn't be! She was still here! How could she let anything happen to him?
It absolutely couldn't be!
"Leng Ji, order someone to bring another blanket over, and prepare a set of loose clothing for him."