At the banquet, old Mr. Leach, who was still in high spirits, was ten years old in an instant.
He looked up at the landing wine: "Little wine, bear him in the north..."
Juliana Lewis sat on the side of the bed, looking at Benson Leach, who was curled up and whooping low, like a small animal who was injured and asked for help.
She said in a cold voice, "He will be fine, and I won't allow him to be fine!"
Benson Leach's numerical table 0-5 is moderate, 5-9 is severe, and above 9 is dangerous.
If it gets to 9.9...
That is death!
This time, the blood test value is just like in a hospital, where the doctor gave the family a critical notice.
At this time, they didn't have the mood and thought to think about why Benson Leach suddenly broke out.
At this time, we should save Benson Leach first.
Old Mr. Leach's voice trembled and asked, "Have you given him medicine?"
His hands were shaking: "As far as the medicine you gave him is concerned, Beicheng said it was very effective."