Liang Yan's body trembled slightly as she pushed her intestines back in while applying force with her fingertips, using her nails as needleheads to quickly stitch herself up.
Liang Li, after stitching up her own chest wound in the same manner, helped her sister sew the back of the perforated wound.
Liang Yan looked at her sister with an inquisitive gaze. Her own wound seemed more horrifying but wasn't actually fatal, whereas her sister's wound was near the heart.
Liang Li whispered quickly, "Lucky, grazed the vital spot."
After brutally handling their injuries, the sisters' clothes were stained a large patch of red with blood.
Zhao Yi looked at them, his expression somewhat indifferent.
If Li Zhiyuan needed to deliberately suppress his indifference and rely on acting to maintain normal interpersonal relationships, what Zhao Yi was doing was suppressing his excess desire to perform.
