The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

Rong Liyuan gave a rare smile, "Okay."

As long as you want to go, I will always accompany you.

Mu Changying's smile deepened, her brows and eyes curved, and the two of them walked towards the lounge with their fingers clasped together.

...

The living room is in a mess.

Mrs. Witt was lying on the ground, holding her heart with one hand and leaning on the sofa with the other.

Her face was pale, her breathing was short of breath, her heart contracted painfully, and her forehead was full of sweat.

"Mrs. Witt..."

The volunteer standing next to her was also full of anxiety and could only wipe the sweat from her head with a towel.

This lady is the wife of Mr. Witt, a well-known doctor in the heart field.

I heard that she has an extraordinary family background, she is the daughter of a certain official in country M.

If something happened to her at today's exchange meeting, it would have an impact on both the diplomacy of the two countries and the reputation of the school.

"Crack——"

The door of the living room was violently pushed open.

Witt strode in, quickly and carefully lifted the woman on the ground, "Madam, don't worry, you will be fine."

His voice was hoarse, and he didn't know whether he was comforting her or comforting himself.

Mrs. Witt clenched her teeth, clutching his sleeve with her hands, and said with difficulty, "Wat...Wat..."

Seeing the woman he loves being tortured by the serious illness, his throat felt dry, so he could only support her carefully.

Although he is well-known in the field of heart disease, he has not been able to completely cure his wife's illness for so many years.

I have searched for a suitable heart source for so long, but there is no match.

Kelly stood aside, looking for it in the bag for a long time.

She emptied everything inside, but couldn't see the medicine bottle.

His whole body was exhausted, and he fell weakly on the sofa, his lips twitched, "Old... Teacher, the medicine for heart disease is not in the bag."

! ! !

a bolt from the blue.

Mr. Witt's heart was turbulent, his breathing was difficult, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.

Mrs. Witt's face became even paler, but she still tried to comfort him, "Wat...Witt...I'm fine..."

His eyes were sour, "Hurry up, call the emergency number!"

He suppressed the panic in his heart, tried to calm down, and gave her first aid measures.

Mu Changying and Rong Liyuan walked into the lounge.

Seeing the chaos in the room, worry appeared in the clear eyes.

Breaking free from Rong Liyuan's hand, he stood up and said softly, "Maybe, let me try."

Her voice was soft and waxy, but it carried a calming force.

Before Mr. Witt could agree, a stern female voice interrupted her.

"Stop messing around and wait here obediently for the ambulance."

The volunteer who ran out just now came back, with Lu Qingxue, the chairman of the student union, by his side.

She frowned, and looked at Mu Changying disapprovingly, even with accusations in her eyes.

This is Mrs. Witt's wife. If something goes wrong, who will be responsible?

Rong Liyuan's face was gloomy, "It's not my turn to teach you how to do things."

Yingbao wanted to save someone, how could she have the guts to stop her?

He looked at Lu Qingxue with cold eyes.

The hostility around him quickly permeated the surroundings, and it was so cold that it made one's heart tremble.

"..."

Lu Qingxue's breath was stagnant.

Rong Liyuan cast his eyes on another volunteer in the room, "Please ask her to go out."

The girl was stunned for a moment, not daring to refute, she nodded, "Okay...Okay."

She stepped forward to grab Lu Qingxue, and dragged Lu Qingxue out violently, regardless of the other party's resistance.

"..."

Seeing the person being dragged away, the volunteer who had just called Lu Qingxue swallowed, feeling his feet go limp.