C587 A Betrothal Gift
"Dr. Zhang, don't panic! Tell Qiu to lower her head and spit out the clot blood in her voice!"
Shen Yong said.
Zhang Junbo followed what Shen Yong said and supported Zhang Qiu by lowering her head. He patted Zhang Qiu's back as he said,
"Qiu, spit it out with all your strength. Spit out the blood in your throat!"
Just as he finished speaking, Zhang Qiu spat out another two mouthfuls of blood