Transmigrated as a B

On the bed, Zhao shi was drenched in sweat, her face pale as a sheet. Her hair was plastered to her forehead with perspiration, and she stared at the person standing tall beside the bed with a pleading expression on her face.,A spark of hope ignited in Zhao's eyes, and she cried out in a voice full of longing: "Sister-in-law...",Su Sanmei's voice was soft, she walked to the bedside, and looked at Zhao Shi with great worry.。