Wang Hao kicked the car door open and yanked Xin Xiaowan out.
"Are you alright? Are you hurt?"
"Wuuu, my leg hurts so much!" Xin Xiaowan's face was pale as beads of sweat, large as soybeans, rolled down her fair forehead.
Wang Hao glanced to the side and saw a sharp iron hook had torn through Xin Xiaowan's calf, from which blood gushed out. In the hazy night, it was particularly glaring.
"It hasn't hit the bone, don't worry!" As he spoke, Wang Hao tore off a piece of cloth and wrapped it around Xin Xiaowan's calf.
As soon as the cloth touched Xin Xiaowan's leg, she couldn't bear the pain and cried out, "Ow, that hurts!"
"Hang in there, it'll be over soon!"
Wang Hao knew very well that now was not the time for tender care; he had to stop the bleeding first. Otherwise, if the injury worsened, her leg would be ruined.
"Alright!" Xin Xiaowan had never suffered like this, she couldn't stand the pain, and, leaning on Wang Hao's shoulder, she bit down on it.
