"Get out of the way."
Ningwan strode forward, and Jin Yingzi blocked her path, scolded coldly by her.
Jin Yingzi felt guilty, and having worked hard for so long, the poison had already seeped into her body, leaving her exhausted. After Ningwan's scolding, her vision went black, and she fainted.
Wu rushed over and carried her away.
Ningwan approached Zhan Hanjue with a serious expression.
Zhan Hanjue's forehead was also covered in fine sweat, his face pale without a hint of blood, even his lips were white.
He moved his lips, wanting to say something, but didn't know what to say.
Ningwan didn't know if she could see that he wanted to explain, feeling irritated and frustrated inside.
She scolded, "Shut up, don't say anything."
She forcibly pressed him onto the bed, checking the wound on his abdomen.
Then she took his pulse—the longer she did it, the more tightly her brows knit together.
