At this moment, Lina's face was scrunched up, as if she was enduring immense pain.
The president's heart clenched into a ball. He wanted to hold Lina's hand, but he was worried that he would touch the silver needles in Lina's hand. He stood at the side anxiously.
Just as the president was about to question Qiao Nian, he saw Lina tilt her head and vomit another mouthful of blood.
"What exactly did you do to Lina?" The president couldn't help but look at Qiao Nian angrily.
"Ahem…" Lina coughed twice and lay back down on the bed, exhausted. She slowly opened her eyes and saw that the president was already pointing a gun at Qiao Nian. She called out weakly, "Dad…"
When the president heard Lina's voice, his pupils dilated uncontrollably, and his eyes lit up. He hurriedly looked down at Lina. Lina's pillow and the blanket in front of her were already stained red with her blood.
Seeing Lina open her eyes, Qiao Nian heaved a sigh of relief.
