Ouyang Feifei's clothing was torn in many places, and through those tears, her injuries were clearly visible, especially the fierce wound on her abdomen, which had not completely stopped bleeding.
Ning Fan touched Ouyang Feifei's blood-stained, lovely face, took out Silver Needle and inserted it into several crucial acupoints on Ouyang Feifei, then briefly treated her.
"Ning... Ning Fan... is that you?"
Suddenly, Ouyang Feifei regained some consciousness. Her eyes opened slightly, and her vision revealed a blurry but immensely familiar and missed face.
Ning Fan looked at her feeble smile and felt even more heartache. He quickly said, "Don't speak, rest well; I will get you out of here."
"I'm okay..." Ouyang Feifei's voice was still very weak; she sounded exhausted and was nearing dehydration. Her lips had started to crack.
"You shouldn't have come; this matter actually isn't to blame..."
"Fool, if I didn't come, would I just let you die here?!"
