He grasped her wrist, lifted her hand, and with one hand tore off the bedsheets to wrap tightly around her wound, preventing the blood from continuing to flow.
Mo Ran couldn't see his expression, but she knew that he was scared, tense.
The hand holding hers was trembling, shaking violently.
Mo Ran opened her mouth, wanting to tell him not to save her, to just let her go.
But she couldn't make a sound, even though she hadn't fainted, her consciousness had already detached from her body.
She felt that everything outside was cut off from her. She couldn't hear anyone's voice, had no sensation at all.
Only her vision still allowed her to vaguely watch Gu Yixuan's swaying figure.
After quickly dealing with her injury, Gu Yixuan carried her out of the villa, got into the sports car, and crazily raced toward the hospital.
His face was as pale as death, his thin lips pressed into a line, his whole body as rigid as stone.
He just knew she would lose hope.