"Old Duan, quickly go find Dr. Fu for some headache medication, no, you guys don't have medicine here..."
Zhang Su thought of this, and quickly took out his walkie-talkie to contact Zhong Xiaoshan: "Xiaoshan, Xiaoshan, quickly bring some headache medicine to Cui Leng Pavilion, bring a lot, hurry."
"Brother Zhang, I'll also ask Weijun, maybe he has some."
Duan Wuhu didn't plan on staying idle, rushed out the door.
"Okay!"
Zhong Xiaoshan responded swiftly.
"Hang in there, the medicine will arrive soon."
Zhang Su put away the walkie-talkie, seeing Qiu Hui gritting her teeth and struggling, also suffering, but at this moment, he sharply noticed a very faint bluish tint emerging from the edge of Qiu Hui's sclera, slowly spreading, vying for the white area.
This phenomenon sent a chill through his heart, but at the same time he felt puzzled, why hadn't Fu Weijun or Duan Wuhu mentioned this before.
Maybe they didn't think it was significant, or... they simply hadn't noticed?
