Someone is already looking for insulating gloves.
The key is that he looks like he's about to ascend to immortality. Medical personnel are afraid of disturbing his quiet cultivation; without orders from above, who would dare to approach him?
Just like that.
The medical personnel are afraid, and Su Yue is collapsing.
A dignified hero, left in the middle of the rooftop to be blown by the cold wind.
Blowing and blowing.
The only company he has is a bunch of headless bodies.
Maybe, there's also his pure garden.
"Hey, Su Yue, why aren't you seeing a doctor?"
Pan Yizheng, holding a green hot pepper, jumped directly onto the rooftop with Li Xingpei.
Seeing Su Yue all alone, Pan Yizheng curiously asked.
Uh, uh...
Su Yue wearily lifted his eyelids, then a few syllables escaped his throat.
I freaking can't speak.
I also want to go to the hospital, I also want a stretcher; I'm about to die from the pain.
Hurry and save me.
