Critical Condition

Richard was lying on the desk with its head tilted and the feathers on its chest disheveled. It must have been pecking at them boringly at one moment and then suddenly fell over the next second. Its eyelids were semi-closed, and its small black pupils that usually looked smart and sly were dull and lifeless now. Its eyes weren’t focusing at any place, its dark red tail feathers that were always perking upward pretentiously were drooping listlessly now…if its chest and abdomen weren’t rising up and down rapidly with its wings twitching from time to time, Zhang Zian would have really thought it was dead.

Even if Zhang Zian didn’t know anything about the medical field, through his common sense, he knew that Richard's conditions were very serious, which could be life-threatening. He could only gaze at Sun Xiaomeng's face in the hope of learning something from her expression.