Su Yao's condition was originally not suitable for a long journey back to Continent F. However, Chu Yi insisted, so no one could do anything.
Now that more than ten hours of flying time had passed, even with the medical team following to treat her, Su Yao's condition still deteriorated rapidly.
The wound on her heart that had been pierced by the bullet had already begun to bleed. Seeing the blood, Chu Yi frowned slightly. "How did you treat it?"
The doctors were filled with helplessness and wished they could roll their eyes at Chu Yi. I already said that she had just finished the surgery and could not move around, but you still insisted on bringing her back to Continent F from China. Who can you blame?
They complained in their hearts, but for money, everyone still had a smile on their faces. "After sending her to the hospital, we'll start the treatment immediately."
