Lin Qian, heedless of anything else, steadied the unsteady Qiao Xiya, and they both fell to the ground.
Blood was continuously flowing from Qiao Xiya's chest. Lin Qian swallowed hard, her heart trembling slightly.
"Qiao Xiya, are you alright?"
Qiao Xiya had saved her!
If she hadn't stepped in front of her just now, she would have been the one stabbed!
Qiao Xiya's face was deathly pale, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.
Her delicate face crumpled in pain as she glanced at Lin Qian and then turned her gaze to Yin Moran, who was striding toward them.
"Moran, am I going to die!"
It hurt so much!
Playing the martyr really wasn't for the faint of heart!
She was about to lose consciousness!
"No, Ya, you won't. Nothing will happen to you!"
Yin Moran had witnessed the whole incident, his expression solemn and murderous.
He handed Candy over to the nurse following them, instructing her to take the child back, then scooped up Qiao Xiya in his arms and started running.