This pulse is really weak and chaotic. If I'm not mistaken, it should be late stage of a serious illness. After calling Mrs. Mo a few times, Chen Tianlong finally brought her back to consciousness.
"Cough cough cough…."
Although Mrs. Mo was awake, she kept coughing. Chen Tianlong quickly pulled out a silver needle and pricked a few spots on her chest, which immediately eased her discomfort.
"Mom, are you okay? Xiaojing was scared to death." Mo Jing threw herself into her mother's arms, tears flowing freely.
"I'm fine." Mrs. Mo forced a smile and stroked Mo Jing's little head, deeply worried about her daughter.
"Mom, I have a brother now, just made one." Mo Jing said excitedly.
"Huh? This... what's going on?" Mrs. Mo was startled, looking up at Chen Tianlong.
Chen Tianlong smiled bitterly, "I thought Xiaojing was joking, so I casually agreed."
