Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

The horse felt a little depressed, so he turned and went to smoke on the deck.

Ye Qingcheng himself was in the room, repeating the two things back and forth.

Dongfang Shijin's cheek was cold, and there was no sign of warming at all. Ye Qingcheng sat next to him and looked at him at a loss. There were wisps of wind blowing in from the gap in the window. Ye Qingcheng's skirt was cotton and hemp, and he always felt cold.

Ye Qingcheng stretched out her hand to tuck in the quilt for Dongfang Shijin. She curled up in the next chair, as if it was the most primitive state of life. Looking at Dongfang Shijin in this way, she bit her lip and felt a burning pain in her heart.

"Dongfang Shijin... You should get better quickly," Ye Qingcheng murmured alone, but her voice seemed weak. She looked at the Dongfang Shijin lying there and felt pain for a while. "Dongfang Shijin, I have only one wish now, that is, I hope you can be good..."

"Cough -"

Before ye Qingcheng finished his words, the lifeless Dongfang Shijin who was sleeping suddenly coughed. Just when ye Qingcheng wanted to get up and wipe the sweat for Dongfang Shijin, the lying Dongfang Shijin suddenly moved, like a spasm in the dream of a sleeping person.

"Poof -"

A big mouthful of blood suddenly vomited out of the mouth of the Oriental world brocade. The blood gushed out and fell. In an instant, a blood mark as big as a fist fell on the yellow quilt.

“……”

Even bits and pieces of blood fell on the back of Ye Qingcheng's hand.

Very dazzling.

Ye Qingcheng's brain was covered.

"Cough, cough -"

"Cough -"

Lying on the sofa, Dongfang Shijin suddenly coughed continuously. His body seemed to be in spasm. Blood gushed out of his mouth and slowly flowed out. The blood flowed quickly and quickly fell on the pillow. Some viscous blood was dazzling

"East... Ma Zai! Ma Zai -"

Ye Qingcheng didn't have time to wipe Dongfang Shijin. Her head was confused and subconsciously ran out to call Ma Zai.

The horse is smoking on the deck and is still ringing about what to do next - Dongfang Shijin, with a continuous fever, really should go to see a doctor, but it has been at sea for three days and can't land at all. It should be said that it is at sea these days. Even if it can stop, it is still some small villages, mostly private doctors, There are not even large hospitals, let alone large-scale examination equipment.

They can't despise this disease of Dongfang Shijin - after all, Dongfang Shijin has always been strong and has rarely been ill in 27 years.

Just as the horse was about to light the second cigarette, he heard the sound of slamming the door behind him, followed by Ye Qingcheng's excessively pale face and some dazzling blood on her body. Her body was a white skirt, and a little splash of fresh blood on her chest was very obvious.

"Miss ye?"

The horse frowned, looked at Ye Qingcheng's panic, and knew roughly what had happened. He immediately dropped his cigarette and ran to the room.

*********************************************