Jun Xiangyi's heart skipped a beat when she saw a figure roll down from the front of the car. She hurriedly got out of the car to check.
What she saw gave her a fright.
It really was a case of enemies on a narrow path.
The person who had crashed into her car was none other than Xu Mohan.
He lay on the ground, covered in blood and convulsing. Jun Xiangyi looked toward the shadows where a few figures had disappeared, then bent down to hold his upper body, "Xu Mohan."
His eyes struggled to open.
Seeing his dire situation, Jun Xiangyi dared not linger. She quickly pulled her bed sheet from the car and wrapped him tightly to prevent blood from dripping everywhere.
She had no choice but to take him to her rented apartment nearby.
After helping him to sit by the bed, Jun Xiangyi finally saw that his injuries were even worse than last time.
This apartment had no medicine, and he looked like he wouldn't make it.
"Stay here, I'll bring up my suitcase."
