Gu Qingxue immediately put down the ancient book in her hand and rushed forward to check on Nine's injuries.
She did not know what kind of ordeal Nine had gone through. She only saw that his entire body was covered in abrasions, and he was on the verge of death. The wounds on his body were still oozing blood. Especially his eyes. The skin around his eyes had already been burned by the medicine. It looked bright red, and it was very frightening.
"Lady Gu, right? We are from the neighboring village. We bumped into this seriously injured Young Master on the way. He said that he was your friend. We originally wanted to bring him to see the doctor, but he insisted on coming back to look for you." A middle-aged man from the neighboring village looked at Gu Qingxue, as he spoke, he also lowered his head to look at Nine.
Nine's injuries were very serious. On the way, they hurriedly tied his wounds with clothes to stop the bleeding, but the effect was minimal.
