"How is the situation now? Is the ambulance here yet?"
The rescue team member beside Jiang Ruolan also squatted down and looked carefully. His eyes widened as soon as he saw Xian Zihao. "Oh my god, isn't that President Xian? I know him!"
Then, the rescue team leader stood up and shouted, "Hurry, call an ambulance and ask where they are! This person is very important!"
"Zihao! Zihao!" Jiang Ruolan didn't dare to shake his body. Blood continued to flow out of Xian Zihao's back, and in the blink of an eye, the ground where she was kneeling was covered in blood. The person who was usually warm in her arms was now very cold. "Don't sleep. Please wake up!"
Xian Zihao's tightly closed eyes moved slightly as tears fell on his bleeding face. His eyelashes trembled a little, and he finally opened his eyes slightly, looking at Jiang Ruolan's crying face. He wanted to smile and give her a little comfort, but he had no strength. His lips moved slowly.
