He grabbed the person's hand in front of him as if it were the last lifeline, "Medicine..."
She had seen this person before.
Zhou Qingrang, sharing her surname.
Zhou Xufang bent down, leaning in closely to listen, "Where is the medicine?"
He could no longer speak, collapsing in the wheelchair, his breathing going from rapid to faint.
Jiang Zhi found the medicine in the storage box on the armrest of his wheelchair and asked him, "How many?"
He opened his mouth but made no sound, his lips moving, "Two... pills."
Jiang Zhi poured two pills out and placed them in his mouth. He took a while to swallow them after keeping them in his mouth. Zhou Xufang was about to get water when she heard an urgent voice.
"Zhou Qingrang!"
"Zhou Qingrang!"
A girl rushed over, she grabbed Zhou Qingrang's hand in panic, her brows creased. Her eyes were red with urgency. She was wearing an A-line skirt and didn't care that her knees hit the ground, "What's wrong with you? Zhou Qingrang!"
