No one expected Yan Wangchuan to get started without saying a word.
Everyone was so frightened by the sound of bones cracking that their hearts palpitated, and the next second, Zhang Suqiu flew out.
Like an arrow released from a bow, she hit the hospital bed at the back. The hospital bed shook violently. Yan Zhihuan's face was pale with fear. At this moment, she couldn't be bothered to put on a show and was already scared out of her wits.
Zhang Suqiu's back suddenly slammed into the bed, and she felt as though it was torn apart.
Her abdomen hurt, and she only felt the blood in her stomach surging. Her stomach was churning, and her entire face was distorted from the pain. She forcefully squeezed out a trace of thick blood from the corner of her mouth.
Her mouth was full of the sweet taste of blood.
Cough Cough! She clutched her abdomen and coughed violently. It was so painful that she couldn't say a word.
