"Meng Fan, what's wrong with you?" Zheng Silin exclaimed in shock.
She stood by the bed, looking at Zhong Mengfan's pained expression, but there was nothing she could do. She could only stand there, panicking. Her heart was burning with anxiety.
Although Zhong Minghao did not speak, his gloomy face at the moment was enough to show that his mood was not good at all.
"Move aside."
Zhong Niangyao let out a low shout, then stepped forward.
Under everyone's gaze, she simply stretched out her finger and touched Zhong Mengfan's forehead. Instantly, the previously agonized Zhong Mengfan calmed down and appeared as if asleep, and even his pale cheeks now had a touch more color.
Seeing this, the eyes of Zheng Silin and Zhong Minghao lit up, and when they looked at Zhong Niangyao, it was as though they saw a savior.
After Zhong Mengfan's condition stabilized, Zhong Niangyao stepped back.
