"Chun, Chun, are you okay?"
Even though he was badly injured, Zhu Xiaoming was still concerned about Li Chun.
Li Chun was covered in blood and weakly said, "I'm fine."
Then he looked at the disciple nearby and said, "Help, help him first."
"Why bother saying that? We're saving him together!"
"Xiaoming, let me handle this! I'm just about to have my monthly cycle today!"
As he spoke, a disciple from the Iron Blood Sect had already taken off his pants and rushed towards Zhu Xiaoming.
For a moment, the collapsed main hall was filled with Iron Blood Sect members with their pants down, showing unity, affection, and the compassionate heart of a medical practitioner.
Murong, watching this eye-popping scene, exclaimed, "Brother, isn't this still going astray?"
Duan Yun seriously replied, "The process is different from what we imagined, but the result is similar. Just say whether they were united and affectionate in saving people or not?"
