When Wen gently pushed the door in, Mo Qingqiu was lying on the ground, huddled together, his hands hugged his head and his expression was extremely painful.

"Anyway, what's wrong with you?"

Mo Qingqiu was convulsed and unable to speak painfully. His hand wanted to point somewhere, but it was trembling.

"I'll call an ambulance for you!"

The man grabbed the gentle wrist and refused to let her hit him, but gently clasped his wrist back to help him get the pulse.

His pulse is very disordered, his heart beats very fast, and he keeps holding his head and groaning. He is gentle and probably knows what's going on.

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