Yun Yanli frowned and checked her pulse once again. He realized that there was no improvement in her injury, and she was still unable to move around by herself. She struggled to get up, "I… I can walk."
She spat another mouthful of blood after struggling for a moment.
Yun Yanli remained silent but carried her in his arms. "I'll get someone to check on you."
He was not a medical expert, but common injuries were not something difficult for him. Nonetheless, he was helpless when it came to such severe injuries like hers.
Ming-Die rested in his arms while he carried her. She could finally lean on him; she had been waiting for this moment for years.
That embrace belonged to her! No one could take it away! She would kill anyone that came in her way right now.
Suddenly, she seemed to recall something. "Where is His Highness, Di Hao?" She asked as she looked around.
Did the dragon eat him?
