Shen Mingshu saw terror and hatred in her eyes.
She lunged forward, grabbing Shen Xiyan’s wrist to check her pulse. Shen Zhiyuan stood to the side, comforting Shen Xiyan, "Yan'er, your sister has some medical knowledge. Since we cannot call a doctor right now, let her examine you first."
After checking the pulse, Shen Mingshu realized that Shen Xiyan’s lungs were already damaged. Her expression turned grave. "Bring me a set of silver needles."
Chapter 87