"Xiaoyi! What's wrong with you? Wake up!"
Luo Qingcheng was scared stiff, shaking her cousin's body relentlessly.
But Murong Xiaoyi was like a corpse, completely unresponsive as blood continued to trickle from the corners of her mouth.
"Xiaobei, what's wrong with Xiaoyi? You have to check on her!" Luo Qingcheng immediately burst into tears.
In just a few moments, the ground beneath Murong Xiaoyi was stained red with a pool of blood. Judging by the volume, it was nearly half a basin's worth.
"Qingcheng, don't panic. Let me take a look," Chen Xiaobei said, bending down to feel Murong Xiaoyi's wrist.
Luo Qingcheng asked frantically, "Xiaobei, how is she?"
"Not good," Chen Xiaobei frowned. "Her pulse is incredibly chaotic. Her qi and blood are surging upward, and her True Qi is blocked. Strangely enough, there's also a peculiar energy protecting her from within. That's why she's still alive after vomiting so much blood, but it's also why she can't wake up."
