His fingers lightly touched her face, the world before his eyes was a blur, and several times he ended up grasping at the air.
Jiang Ruan didn't find it funny.
Zhan Xiaohan called out softly, "Nannan, you're alive. I know..."
Meng Yue, unable to squeeze through the crowd, was frantic, "Young Master Zhan! Let me through, stop blocking the way!"
Jiang Ruan suddenly came to her senses and placed a pill under Zhan Xiaohan's tongue.
By the time Meng Yue broke through the crowd, Zhan Xiaohan's fingers were gently curling in midair.
As if he was affectionately gazing at someone.
But there was no one around him, just the onlookers.
Meng Yue was so frightened he almost fell to his knees, "Young Master Zhan... you scared me to death, the young madam is already dead, why do you keep torturing yourself to death!"
Zhan Xiaohan was rushed to the hospital in an emergency.
After the consultation, the doctors came out of the emergency room looking puzzled.