He removed the bullet himself and lay down in the healing chamber.
Each time he got injured, the energy in his body dissipated significantly.
Before long, he slipped into a weak, unconscious state.
When he opened his eyes again, he found Gu Jiao also lying motionless beside him in the healing chamber.
The chamber sensed his awakening and lit up with a soft, warm light.
By the light, he saw clearly that Gu Jiao's blood was continuously being transfused into his body.
He didn't know how long it had been transferring, but her once rosy face had turned deathly pale, even her lips had lost their usual color.
"What are you doing?" he asked hoarsely, frowning.
Gu Jiao's eyelids twitched slightly but didn't open, lying on her side next to him, as docile as a kitten.
"Isn't... it my blood that's needed?"
She said softly.
Those words, abrupt and contextless, made it sound like she was talking nonsense from exhaustion.
But the Godfather still understood.
She knew everything now.
