He had just run out of the apricot grove when Ji Hao couldn't help but wail, "It hurts to death, hurts to death, quick, put me down."
The three of them then set him down and saw his pale complexion, even his lips were turning white. Wei Chen really couldn't help asking, "No way, are you seriously injured?"
Placed on the ground, Ji Hao had just sat down when he started hissing in pain, one hand supporting his waist, the other pressing on his chest, and said, "It hurts to death, Wei Chen, I'm telling you, once I'm better, I have to beat you up to get even."
"Cut the chatter, and let me look at the wound." One of their friends directly reached out and tugged at his collar. As soon as the outer garment was lifted, they saw the blood seeping through and he couldn't help frowning, "You're bleeding, looks like you really need to see a doctor. Let's go find a medical officer."
