The thug brutally pulled out the knife from his abdomen; with one hand covering his belly, Shi Yan beat down all those people.
Later, because he lost too much blood and couldn't move anymore, Yan Zhi could only let him sit to rest. With one hand she pressed on his abdominal wound, while the other dialed Lu Xiaoyou's number.
Before Shi Yan lost consciousness, he even teased her, saying calling an ambulance would have been enough, why bother calling Lu Xiaoyou.
Yan Zhi just covered his wound and paid him no mind.
When Yan Zhi came back to her senses, she saw Lu Xiaoyou kneeling on the ground, opening a foundation compact she carried with her, and taking out several small pills from it.
She examined the wound on Shi Yan's abdomen, it was large, and because he had been fighting and moving after being injured, the wound and the muscle tissue inside had torn.
These few small pills were probably not enough for Shi Yan's needs.
"Yan Zhi, do you trust me?" Xiaoyou asked her.
