Zhao Qian knelt in the carriage, holding the edge of the carriage with one hand and covering her chest with the other, gasping for breath and looking very painful.
Zhao Yun sat nearby, at a loss as to what to do and could only cry.
Ava Fang walked over and raised her hand to touch her pulse. Her spiritual power and consciousness traveled around her body, and she could see Zhao Qian's condition at a glance.
Taking her hand back, Ava Fang sighed, thinking that this girl might not live long.
Zhao Qian felt better than before and said gratefully, "Thank you very much, my brother Yun and I have troubled you again."
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