With Song Xinglan and the Feiyue pupils finally gone, Wang Jingyuan felt like a giant weight had finally been taken off her shoulders. The adrenaline rush from the duel faded, and she felt a great wave of fatigue and pain wash over her. Her knees buckled. Liu Xiaochen caught her before she fell.
"Junior Sister, are you alright?"
"I'm okay, just—ow!" Wang Jingyuan cried out in pain as Liu Xiaochen accidentally applied pressure on her wounded shoulder. Liu Xiaochen hurriedly retracted his hand. His palm came away stained with blood.
"Let's get you back to your room. You need medical treatment and rest." Liu Xiaochen said firmly, before turning to the pupil next to him, which happened to be Xiao-Wu. "Xiao-Wu, grab some medical supplies and bring them to your little senior sister's room. Quickly!"
"Yes, right away, Senior Brother!" Xiao-Wu ran off.
