C957 Fasting from Fasting

In the VIP ward of Jianghai City Hospital, the disappointed people suddenly became excited. The excitement on their faces was obvious. Everyone's eyes fell on Zhao Sanjin who was lying on the sickbed.

"Puff!" Zhao Sanjin suddenly sat up and spat out a mouthful of blood without any warning.

"Captain, are you alright?" The fire dragon looked excited and quickly held onto Zhao Sanjin's back