Weilan held Lu Hechen, the dagger had been thrust into his lower abdomen, and immediately blood gushed out.
His face turned pale almost instantaneously, he looked at Weilan, opened his mouth, beads of sweat from pain seeping across his forehead.
He opened his mouth, murmuring, "Weilan, don't be afraid, I'm fine."
As he spoke, a mouthful of fresh blood spilled from the corner of his lips, making his face even paler.
"Brother Hechen..." Weilan's tears burst forth, hugging him and sitting on the ground.
At this moment, Li Feng and Li Rui rushed in from the doorway, shouting as soon as they saw the scene.
"Young Master—"
Li Feng dashed up in a flash, kicking Lu Heyan's body.
Lu Heyan was kicked over to the ground.
"Dial 120, take Young Master for urgent care immediately!" Li Feng commanded his brother while dealing with Lu Heyan: "As fast as possible, have someone prepare Young Master's blood type for transfusion."
"I know!"
