Xie Yunzhen fell into unconsciousness.
While Ji Mingzhu was worried about the assassins finding them, she was also afraid that Xie Yunzhen might die just like that.
The wound on his arm was still oozing blood, darker than that of a normal person.
In this situation, Ji Mingzhu wasn't sure whether she should stop the bleeding or expel the poisoned blood.
Xie Yunzhen's face was pale, so fragile that any ordinary person could take his life.
In Ji Mingzhu's memory, he was always invincible, strong and healthy, never facing such a situation.
After a moment of hesitation, she patted his arm, "Xie Yunzhen, can you hear me?"
The man didn't respond, yet the hand that gripped her never let go.
No matter how she tried to pry it off, it was to no avail.
Ji Mingzhu's brows furrowed slightly; she had already decided to stay away from Xie Yunzhen, and his entanglement at this moment only made her feel exhausted.
She exhaled heavily, telling herself not to bicker with a patient for now.
