The corners of Song Jingchen's mouth twitched. "Don't do anything stupid."
Shen Yijia's eyes turned red. She said anxiously, "They said that my blood can treat the plague. I can cure you."
She had denied it many times. At this moment, she only hoped that those people were right.
Otherwise, she really didn't know what to do!
"No!" Song Jingchen straightened his expression and gritted his teeth. He sat up and leaned over to take the dagger from her hand. He raised his hand and threw it out.
The dagger landed less than two steps away from the bed.
This simple action had already exhausted all his strength.
He lay back weakly, coughing intermittently.
Shen Yijia's heart tightened. She panicked and wanted to pick up the dagger, but Song Jingchen grabbed her hand again.
"Hubby?" She turned around to look at him in a daze.
Song Jingchen said, "No."
