Qiao Chengxun suddenly felt his throat go dry, and with his right hand, he snatched the sharp object from the girl's hand, and with his left, he forcefully gripped the major artery in her wrist, lifting it high.
Turning his head, he shouted, "Qingqing, what are you dilly-dallying for? Hurry up and get in here!"
"Coming, coming..." Bu Qingqing quickly ran in.
Even though she had undergone some military training, she was no match for Qiao Chengxun's brute strength. By the time she reached the room, she was gasping for breath.
She opened her first aid kit, not daring to waste a single second. She took out medications and gauze, helping to bandage Wen Meimei's wounds.
Wen Meimei, consciousness fading, leaned into the man's embrace, her eyes unable to open, and from her lips came a weak voice, "What are you doing here... I was just about to get rid of you..."
"Shut up!" Qiao Chengxun barked in an angry voice as he looked down.
