He gritted his teeth, breathing heavily. Ji Anning's hand, anxiously stroked his chest, "Uncle, how are you?"
Ji Chicheng frowned, in great pain; there was fresh blood continuously seeping from the corners of his mouth and eyes, leaving Ji Anning distressed and clueless about what to do.
She quickly looked up, tears shimmering in her eyes as she asked Qi Helian, "Mr. Qi, do you happen to have any hemostatic or pain-relieving medicine?"
"No," Qi Helian shook his head and then looked at Ji Chicheng with a face full of concern. It was clear he was suffering excruciating pain, and he anxiously asked, "Chicheng, can you hold on?"
Ji Chicheng gritted his teeth; large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, as if he didn't have the energy to speak, and he didn't answer Qi Helian's question.
