I don’t want to Leave her a Hot Potato

As soon as the bedroom door opened, Leng Yan could no longer suppress himself. He puked out blood.

Zhou Xin lost it, "Young master!"

Flustered, he helped Leng Yan onto his bed.

Then, he gave the cup of water that was on Leng Yan's bed stand to him so he could rinse his mouth.

He then opened the drawer to fetch medicine.

But after he opened the drawer, he froze a little.

Maybe he was overthinking it, but a bottle seemed to be missing.

Maybe he remembered it incorrectly?

Unable to think too much about it, he went back to Leng Yan, whose pale face could no longer be covered with makeup.

He took out a pill and gave Leng Yan another cup of water. 

Leng Yan took it and took a moment to breathe, "Have you contacted the lawyer?"

Zhou Xin did not feel good about any of this, "Yes, sir."