Gu Xinzhou was in unbearable pain at this moment.
She gripped the blanket with both hands, biting down hard, her entire small face wrinkled together.
The muffled groans persisted.
Her arm was wrapped with a device that constantly monitored blood pressure, and there was a patch on her wrist measuring her heart rate at all times.
Shen Shiqing occasionally wiped the sweat from her face, his eyes mainly fixed on the laptop placed on the bedside table, because Xinzhou's vital signs were all connected to his computer.
Sometimes she was on the brink, yet she stubbornly persisted. When Shiqing noticed it through the data, he would immediately take some emergency measures.
However, after just a few days, her physical condition worsened, becoming increasingly hard to withstand. So at that moment, she had an oxygen tube in her nostrils, a needle in the back of one of her feet, receiving glucose, looking even more miserable than when she started.
