C432 Hemoptysis

"How much longer do we have to wait?" The clock on the wall ticked off, and Yan Zhengyang's heart hung in the air.

"Soon." Eleven's expression turned uglier and uglier. The slower the effect of the drug was released, the more complicated the situation of the poison in Cang Ling's body was.

Cang Ling frowned as she laid on the bed with her pale lips. The smell of blood came from her throat