In Keke's stunned gaze, Sister Ju zi swiftly stripped off Huo Yuhao's tattered clothes, then lifted him into her arms, hugging him tightly against the tree behind her. She smeared the fresh blood that had soaked into her clothing onto the uninjured front of Huo Yuhao's body.
Only then did Sister Ju zi begin to pant heavily, the excessive drain of energy making her feel like she was on the verge of death, and she could pass out at any moment. But she kept her attention fixed on Huo Yuhao's heartbeat. In her perception, although his heartbeat was weak, it was still there, unbroken. And this was where the last glimmer of hope lay.
Sister Ju zi roughly estimated that the previous severe injury had caused Huo Yuhao to lose nearly half of his blood. This would have been fatal for an ordinary person. But she could vaguely sense that Huo Yuhao's life force was incredibly tenacious. Even with such severe injuries, his heart was still beating firmly and determinedly.
