Sheng Youxia's eyes were filled with panic, staring at the women who came in.
"Who are you?"
The women didn't speak; they stood by the bedside. The last two to enter were carrying a stretcher.
Sheng Youxia got goosebumps; how did they have a key card? Who sent them?
"What do you want to do?"
The women ignored her; one of them was directing the others, and from what she said, they intended to carry her and Fu Shilv out.
What if they ran into someone familiar outside? Sheng Youxia couldn't afford such shame; she couldn't live through it.
She excitedly pushed Fu Shilv, trying to shove him off her.
"Fu Shilv, wake up!"
But as the saying goes, there's no land too exhausted to till, only cattle too tired to plough.
Fu Shilv's eyes remained closed.
One of them stepped forward, pressing down on Sheng Youxia's shoulder. The others helped wrap the quilt tightly around them, lifted the corners, and hoisted them onto the stretcher.