Fu Yuanxiu was stunned. Following Qian Zheng's gaze, he saw his bloodstained handkerchief.
The next moment, he hurriedly put away the handkerchief. Just as he was about to say something, he coughed violently again. "Cough, cough, cough…"
Fu Yuanxiu tried his best to suppress the urge to cough, but the more he tried, the more uncomfortable he felt. The stench in his throat became more obvious. Suddenly, he could no longer suppress it. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood!
When the blood spurted out, he subconsciously turned his head to avoid Qian Zheng. Then, his vision darkened and he fainted.
…
…
In the hospital.
Qian Zheng wrapped herself in Fu Yuanxiu's clothes and stared blankly ahead.
She had heard what the doctor had just said.
Late-stage lung cancer.
Late-stage lung cancer.
