Xiaosuisui didn't respond to Xie Pan'Er's words, but instead took the young girl's pulse in a practiced manner. She then examined her pupils before finally turning to ask Zhao Fei.
"How long has she had this injury?"
Tears streamed down Zhao Fei's face. "She was injured just this morning."
Upon hearing this, Xiaosuisui didn't speak. Her small mouth was set in a firm line. Looking at the big sister lying on the ground, her eyes revealed a look of shared suffering.
"Suisui! She can still be saved, right? I have medicine here. As long as she can live, I'll give it to them. It doesn't matter if they use it or not."
Please, Little Ancestor, just say she can live! Xie Pan'Er pleaded inwardly. I hate seeing people suffer through life-and-death separations more than anything.
However, despite her hopeful gaze, she could only watch helplessly as Xiaosuisui slowly shook her head.
