Blood gushed out of the large wound on Yu Qingyu's stomach, as the forest elf pulled his spear out. Blinded by the pain, Yu Qingyu stumbled a few steps back, pressing his hands against the injury, instinctively trying to stop the bleeding.
He hadn't even realized when the elf became submerged in a wave of dense, dark liquid, and was thrown to the side, with a large stab wound in his chest.
Then, all of a sudden, an arm circled around his back, and warm, thin liquid poured generously onto his stomach, and then into his mouth. It had a strong, herbal taste, and as soon as it trickled down Yu Qingyu's throat, his pain started subsiding.
"That should at least stop the bleeding… What were you- Hey, are you okay?"
