Xijian Liying's expression was still very relaxed, and she didn't even frown.
Yanran gritted her teeth and quickly pulled out the dagger from his chest.
Blood spattered and dyed her eyes red.
Shocking traces of blood flowed out from the wound.
Yanran was shocked and quickly reached out to touch the acupuncture point on his chest to stop the bleeding.
But the strange thing was that no matter how hard she tried, the bleeding still couldn't stop.
"Hurry up and apply hemostatic powder!" she shouted to Feiyue.
Feiyue was slightly startled, with a trace of inadvertent bitterness appearing on her face, and she quickly applied the medicinal powder on her hand to the wound.
However, the strange thing is that blood still continues to gush out from the wound.
Those powders don't work at all.
"What's going on?" Yanran felt helpless and nervous for the first time.
Although his wound was deep, she firmly believed that her treatment method was absolutely correct.
But why does this happen?
Instead of getting better, the situation is getting worse.
She bit her lower lip tightly and looked at the wound. The bright red blood seemed to appear in the depths of her memory and could not be stopped no matter what, until the person's life was completely lost.
Looking at his pale and bleeding face, she held his hand and said with a look of sadness and remorse: "I don't know how this happened."
"Shall we go ask the imperial doctor to take a look?"
She really had no choice. She, who had always been calm and calm in dealing with things, could no longer remain calm.
I can only think of going to the imperial doctor.
Seeing the panic look on her face, a faint smile appeared on his pale face.
"Yanran, no need, don't go to anyone, it's not your fault!" He said softly, his voice was vague and insubstantial.
"What do you mean?" She bit her lower lip: "Didn't you promise me to live well? How could you give up?"