Chapter 577 He's Irrational, Are You?

• Jing'er had her eyes closed, her face covered in fine beads of sweat. She was continuously retching and convulsing, expelling sticky white fluid. The fluid flowed down her chin and cheeks, wetting her hair, neck, and the pillow.
• The violent movements during her vomiting caused the IV stand next to her to topple over. The needle inserted in the back of her hand started bleeding, and blood dripped down from her hand, staining the bed. It was just a small needle prick, so why was there so much blood? Did the needle tear the wound?
• I quickly ran over with a towel to clean up the vomit, shouting for the nurse at the top of my lungs. At the same time, I took out my phone and called He Ye. I was trembling with fear, knowing that He Ye was capable of murder. My voice trembled as I spoke, "Zhao Shao, something terrible has happened. Madam is in serious trouble."