Did I Transmigrate?

The middle-aged man who had been bawling his eyes out a second ago was now falling back with his eyes rolled over into the back of his head.

Dongfang Mengjie was given a fright and immediately stood up to steady him.

"What's going on with you this time? This isn't anemia; you barely have any blood left in your body!" Dongfang Mengjie was given another fright as she assessed Dongfang Zhuangshi's condition.

Dongfang Zhuangshi lay in her warm embrace and inhaled her familiar scent as tears spilled down his face again. He rubbed his head into her warm and soft body, upon which he encountered a soft and bouncy ball.

Slap!

A loud slap reverberated throughout the entire clinic.

"You're already in such an awful state, and you still won't settle down?" Dongfang Mengjie glowered at him with a blush on her face.

Dongfang Zhuangshi felt the familiar searing pain on his face, and he was moved to the point of tears again.