"Mister Mo, I..."
Seeing Mo Han come in, He Chen, lying on the ground, began to cry torrents of tears as if a dam had burst.
"It's my incompetence that has made Chen Chen suffer..."
At this moment, He Chen's face was pale, his body covered in blood, presenting a miserable sight, especially with three striking blood holes on his leg and arm, still bleeding profusely, looking like he could die from blood loss at any moment.
"Old He, you've done well enough."
Mo Han bent down, took several silver needles in his hand and quickly inserted them several times into He Chen's body.
In the blink of an eye, the wounds that had been gushing blood suddenly stopped.
He Chen wanted to speak, but Mo Han had already patted his shoulder, "Old He, leave this to me, you rest well."
After doing this, Mo Han quickly ran to Go Lao'er, inserted two silver needles swiftly, and temporarily preserved Go Lao'er's life force.