Inside Sandra's room.

Francis was lying on the bed.

Wesley and Joey were standing by the bed.

Sandra had a thin layer of sweat on her forehead as she tidied her needles.

Her tone was calm.

"Your condition is considered mild. But if you do not take care in the future, I could not save you again."

Francis looked embarrassed.

If it weren't for the many crises facing now, he would certainly not be like this.

He could not follow the doctor's ...