Transmigration: I Became The Daughter of a Family of Villains

After a while, the people inside came to open the door. After making sure that she was the only girl, Zhao Shuangping let her in.

Doubtful eyes looked at her frequently.

Compared to the online video, Zhao Shuangping in reality looks a bit older. He wears a casual tank top and shorts, has a worried face, and the short hair on his head is a bit exploded. Maybe he caught him?

As for his lover, he probably heard the movement, opened the door for a glance, and then closed it again.

A very tired face, seemingly depressed.

"Are you Xiao Yu's friend?"

Zhao Shuangping asked, "She's in the room, and we didn't listen to her when we talked to her, that..."

"Go in and find her."

Zhao Shuangping looked very obscure. He probably wanted to say something, but after all, he just pointed to his daughter's room.

Lu An was very confused, but didn't think much, and went to Zhao Xiaoyu's room in silence.

However, it hasn't gotten very close yet—

A strong smell of blood that is almost choking!

"not good!"

The little girl's face was instantly green, and she rushed up and lifted her leg with a kick!

Boom, the door fell.

Zhao Shuangping and his wife frowned, looked at Lu An with questioning eyes, and saw inside—

The girl lay flat on the bed, her face pale and lifeless, her slender hands hung on the edge of the bed, and the ground was stained with shocking blood! Crimson!

"Ah~~Ah~~~"

The woman rushed over in grief, screaming tearfully, and fell to the side of her daughter's bed, desperate to the extreme.

Including Zhao Shuangping, who subconsciously took out his mobile phone's hand, pressed the buttons frantically, and burst into tears. The whole person was already shaking in a state of disbelief, and his mouth was still whispering, "Daughter, daughter..."

So the desperate voice, heartbroken!

Lu An stepped forward for treatment and comforted his family members immediately, "Don't worry, I know medicine, and I have a heartbeat!"

"Oh oh!"

The howling woman on the ground immediately cheered up again, without any doubt, nervously approaching her daughter.

Including Zhao Shuangping, finally dialed the ambulance and squeezed forward.

Zheng Liang's eyes stared at that, blood-red blood-red, obscure appearance, that is, tears in the wind, and could not say a word.

Lu An tore the sheets and bandaged Zhao Xiaoyu's wound, and by the way, he pressed an acupuncture point on her hand to stop her bleeding.

Turning to ask the woman, "Do you have red dates and nuts at home?"

"Oh, yes! Yes!"

The woman replied without even thinking about it. The whole person has no masters. Lu An says what he says. Turning around, he has to prepare.

Lu An stopped her and said, "You can press here for her for me. The ambulance is probably not that fast. I'll cook some warm-up soup for her and help her relax."

"Okay, okay, thank you, thank you..."

The woman just nodded her head again and again, tears that couldn't stop like a broken string, her hand on her daughter's wrist was still shaking desperately.

Lu An was a little funny and exhorted, "This can't be shaken. This is a very important acupuncture point on your wrist. Pressing it will help her body regain the blood. You are trembling, in case it comes out again. …"

"Okay, okay, I got it, I got it, don't shake! Don't shake!"

The woman pressed her lips tightly and was about to cry, like a child whose teacher pointed out a mistake.

He was very sad, but tried his best to endure it. The sour appearance probably made anyone who saw it couldn't help feeling distressed.

Lu An paused in silence, patted the woman's shoulder comfortably, and turned to the kitchen.