A pool of fresh red blood on the ground.
Lu Fengxuan struggled for a long time but in the end, she couldn't bring herself to really turn a blind eye to someone in need.
All she did was bend down to help up Lu Sirong from the ground, the Golden Needle in her fingertips flashed with light, and she swiftly inserted it into several acupoints to stop the bleeding.
"Ugh..." Lu Sirong felt the pain and instinctively twisted her body in struggle.
A voice filled with impatience came from above: "If you don't want to die, stop moving and be still!"
Lu Fengxuan couldn't afford to be distracted, she inserted several needles in succession, focusing intensely, and after a while, fine sweat appeared on her forehead.
"Lu Fengxuan, what are you doing..." Lu Sirong regained some consciousness, "I won't die, I won't go down that easily..."
As she muttered, it seemed as though she remembered something, and her spirit suddenly became vigorous, her eyelids fluttering repeatedly.
