"Wuya!" Chu Qianli was terrified, pushing Feng Yexuan away as she rushed to the bedside, grasping Feng Wuya's hand.
"His pulse is very erratic!"
She looked up at Feng Yexuan, who had hurried to the bedside just as anxiously.
"His condition has changed!"
Feng Yexuan was no doctor; he didn't know how to treat illnesses.
But the sight of the fifth brother continuously vomiting blood was terrifying indeed!
Chu Qianli immediately pulled out her instruments to examine him.
Before long, her expression grew even more solemn.
"No, his heart isn't getting enough blood; he's not going to make it much longer!"
"What can I do?" Feng Yexuan immediately grasped Feng Wuya's hand and exerted force, channeling a rich flow of Inner Strength into Feng Wuya's body without pause.
"We must operate immediately, or he won't survive the night!"
Chu Qianli's words struck Feng Yexuan like a sword, making him tense all over.
Surgery? Was she talking about the kind where they cut open the abdomen?