C543 Tens of Thousands of Pianists 87

Wu Zhaoyun bent down to touch Ji Rao's overlapping hand on his abdomen.

It was cold to the touch.

He touched Ji Rao's face in disbelief, it was the same cold as Ji Rao's face.

Wu Zhaoyun shook Ji Rao, "Ji Rao, Ji Rao!"

His hands trembled as he dialed 120, then picked Ji Rao up from the bed after the call.

Ji Rao didn't have any strength left in his body