Prosperity: Conquering Billions of Gambling Kings

Chapter 145
Wiping his arm to his side, Tan Zhao was taken aback suddenly by the emptiness and coldness.

Sitting up from the bed with a whoosh, staring at the empty space around him, his head instantly became dazed.

"July……"

He murmured her name, and before he had time to straighten the collar of his nightgown, he jumped out of bed and looked around.

"July--"

Just about to go out, I heard the sound of water rushing in the bathroom.

With a sigh of relief, Tan Zhao pushed open the bathroom door.

Her petite body was leaning against the wall, the shower above her head was rushing down, her hair was sticking to her face in embarrassment, and the pajamas on her body were already soaked.

She closed her eyes and didn't understand.

With her arms hanging by her side, a slender slit of blood lay across her wrist, and the water flowed across the floor, drenched in blood.

"July--"

With a cry of surprise, Tan Zhao strode over to him and knelt down.

The nightgown was immediately wet, and he raised his hand to turn off the shower. Tan Zhao held his breath, tested her breath with his fingertips, took a big breath, and suddenly picked her up from the ground.

He flung open the bathroom door and hurriedly put him back on the bed.

The wound on Del's wrist was deep and long, and the blood was seeping out with bright red liquid...

Tan Zhao patted his face hard to calm himself down.

Taking a breath, he turned around and went to find gauze and medicine, he simply treated Qiyue's wound, wrapped the gauze, and hurried downstairs.

"Old Zhao—call the doctor right away—"

"Sir, what's the matter?" Steward Zhao heard his roar early in the morning, and glanced upstairs in a daze, "Are you sick?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Call the doctor right away!"

Tan Zhao's growling voice quickly alarmed the servants at home.

A few minutes later, when the doctor came over, he had already changed Qiyue into dry and loose clothes, his hair was half-dried, and it was loosely draped over his shoulders.

The servants were all kicked out of the room by him, leaving only him and the doctor.

The wound was carefully treated and bandaged by the doctor. Tan Zhao stood aside, his palms tightly clenched into fists, his expression tense like a child's.

After a long time, the doctor breathed a sigh of relief and took a step back.

"How is it? Is there a problem?"

Tan Zhao leaned forward and stared at the woman on the bed, his deep voice was mixed with depression.

The doctor bowed humbly, "Don't worry, sir, Miss is fine."

"When will she wake up?" Tan Zhao still felt uneasy.

I really didn't expect this little thing to have such a strong temper...

Dare to commit suicide with him!

"Miss is in a coma due to blood loss, and she will wake up after a few hours of rest..." The doctor lowered his head slightly, his lips moved, and he seemed hesitant to speak.

"What else to say, say it! Hesitating!" Tan Zhao saw the doctor's hesitation and concern, and gave him an angry look.

"Yes." The doctor pursed his lips, calmed down his tone, and said slowly, "Miss is very emotional, I hope that after she wakes up, Mr. can comfort her a little more. This kind of thing... still, let's take it slowly." It's better than..."

Before the doctor finished speaking, Tan Zhao's eyes fell on him like knives.

He said the second half of the sentence tremblingly.

Staring sharply at the doctor, Tan Zhaocai replied coldly, "I know, I know it."

He couldn't believe that such a small thing could still produce flowers in his palm!

"The medicine I prescribed for the young lady will be taken on time by the lady who is brought here. In the past few days, try to improve your diet and replenish your blood..."

Finally, the doctor did not forget to give a few more instructions.

(End of this chapter)