Now that Zhan Yeling's business has not been finished, it is impossible for him to come back to accompany her and the children.

Shi Xiaomei just glanced at them, she moved a chair and sat by the bed, facing Zhan Yeling.

"Hold out your hand," she said.

Do you need to reach out to feel the pulse?

Zhan Ye Lingxi stared at Shi Xiaomei with a sense of oppression in his eyes, but he didn't intend to reach out.

Seeing his domineering appearance, Shi Xiaomei couldn't take the initiative to take his hand up.

He even felt a little panicked when he saw it.

Shi Miao saw that the atmosphere was not right, Zhan Yeling didn't want Shi Xiaomei to take his pulse.

Invisibly putting pressure on Shi Xiaomei.

Shi Miao asked Shi Xiaomei to come up to Zhan Yeling to see if there was any problem with his body.

Now, Shi Xiaomei is in a difficult situation.

Naturally, Shi Meow wouldn't just watch.

She took the initiative to take out Zhan Yeling's other hand and handed it to Shi Xiaomei: "Third sister, here you are..."

As for her taking his hand, Zhan Yeling didn't resist or refuse.

Instead, he cooperated and allowed her to hand over his hand to Shi Xiaomei.

Shi Xiaomei rolled her eyes in her heart, she had seen what is called a large-scale double-standard scene.

Shi Xiaomei followed his hand, her fingers felt for his pulse.

Take his pulse.

Feeling his pulse, Shi Xiaomei frowned, and the frowns were deep.

Seeing the change in Shi Xiaomei's expression, Shi Miao also realizes that the situation is not optimistic.

Because every time Shi Xiaomei felt her pulse, her frowning proved that something was wrong.

On the contrary, if she looks calm, it means that the other party is fine.

Now, Shi Xiaomei frowned deeply.

Judging from this posture, Zhan Yeling's problem is very serious.

Seeing that, Meow's heart also tightened.

She asked worriedly, "Third Sister, what's the matter?"

Shi Xiaomei glanced at Shi Miao, then looked at Zhan Yeling: "Your health is very bad, are you poisoned?"

Poisoned?

Hearing these two words, Shi Miao's heart trembled, her eyes were full of worry, and she looked at Zhan Yeling.

At the same time, the hand that was with Zhan Yeling's held him even tighter.

Even, in the palm of his hand, a lot of fine sweat broke out in just a few seconds.

Under the tense expressions of the two women, Zhan Yeling's expression appeared unusually calm.

As if they were nervous about someone else's business, not his.

"It's a little thing, it's okay." He said in a low magnetic voice.

"Is this a trivial matter?" Shi Xiaomei let go of the hand that felt his pulse, and said seriously, "Do you have to receive their injections every day? Otherwise, you will be paralyzed in limbs and face!"

"What!" Hearing this, Shi Miao exclaimed in fear.

She couldn't believe it, and looked at Zhan Yeling with great distress.

Seeing that he still had a calm face at this moment, her heart throbbed with pain.

The hand that was holding him was trembling.

The matter is so serious, but he keeps saying that he is fine, and keeps telling her not to worry.

It's been so difficult for him, and he is still worried that she will worry.

Realizing this, Shi Miao's heart tightened with discomfort.

"Zhan Yeling, tell us, what did they inject you with?" Shi Miao's eyes welled up with tears.

It was really hard for her to imagine what kind of suffering and torture Zhan Yeling had suffered during this period of time.

How could those people treat Zhan Yeling like this?

His own situation was so difficult, how on earth did he get the antidote for her?

Shi Miao couldn't imagine what he had endured.