When Leng Muchen took Qin Yafu to the hospital, he saw that Qingmo was still sleeping soundly. "Yi Feng, Qingmo is OK with her?"

When Yi Feng saw them coming in, he just shook his head. "She's very bad."

"Yifeng, don't worry, it takes time to clear the foam." Qin Yafu opened his mouth to comfort him, because this matter, in Qingmo's heart, there is a mustard base, fear is inevitable, and in Qingmo is not easy to forget.

"But the doctor said the froth was terrible." Yi Feng did not know how he would have the courage to face it in the future.

"It doesn't matter. Muchen has contacted...