Zhu Fanzhong slightly raised his head. His eyes were already bloodshot, but he still clenched his teeth and said from the depths of his throat, "It's fine. It's hurt for a while now. The pain comes and goes."
However, these words didn't relax Du Heng; instead, his brow furrowed even more.
Du Heng reached out and gently pushed Zhu Fanzhong's shoulder. He glanced at the lower abdomen Zhu Fanzhong was clutching, then looked back. Seeing only Dong Yuezhang, he quickly called out, "Dong, come and help me get him onto the bed in the inner room."
The moment he touched Zhu Fanzhong's shoulder, Du Heng felt the man's body trembling. Seeing his pale face, bloodshot eyes, and sweat-drenched body, Du Heng dropped all pretense of formality and directly called Dong Yuezhang for help.
Together, they helped Zhu Fanzhong to the head of the bed.
Du Heng tried to get him to lie flat, but Zhu Fanzhong curled up from the abdominal pain.
