บท 1201: Doesn't Matter, Dead or Alive

Xia Qingwei!

Having public displays of affection with another man under the public eye at her age, how shameless!

And when he heard Lu Man call Wang Juhuai "Dad," Lu Qiyuan's breath caught in his throat and could not go down.

He pressed his chest, and his face went from red to purple.

That pocket of air was stuck and he suddenly lost the ability to breathe.

He beat his hands helplessly at his chest.

"Qiyuan!" Stepping out from the toilet, Xia Qingyang saw Lu Qiyuan and immediately went for the bell by his bed.

The doctor and nurses rushed in and gave emergency aid to Lu Qiyuan.

"The patient was provoked," the doctor said unhappily. "Didn't I tell you before? Don't provoke the patient. If he suffers from another attack, it's hard to say if he'll recover. He has yet to recover and he's greatly agitated again. Even if he does recover, it wouldn't be as well as the previous time, and he might even suffer long-term consequences."