The man's thin lips, which were pressed together, slowly curved into a self-mocking smile, but the next second, the elegant voice of the woman came through, "If you don't let go, how can I call the doctor? Do you really want to bleed to death?"
Bo Siyan's breathing suddenly froze.
What… what was she saying?
Watching the blood flow increasingly from the wound on his chest, while he was still in a daze, Ning Xia became anxious. Without waiting for his response, and not daring to push him away recklessly, she could only raise her voice, yelling towards the door, "Deputy He, quickly call the doctor over, Mr. Bo's wound has reopened!"
About fifteen seconds later, several doctors entered one after another, their faces etched with tension as they crowded around.
Ning Xia wanted to move aside to allow the doctors to examine and treat him, but her hand was tightly grasped by Bo Siyan, his deep-set eyes staring unblinkingly at her, as if afraid she would vanish.
