"The wounds from the recent battle have split open again." Chen Zilu reached out to cover the blood hole, the piercing pain causing her to slightly frown.
This kind of wound is nothing.
The main issue is her mysterious illness, which magnifies the pain of the wound a thousand times over, making it unbearable for her.
Just at this moment.
"Senior sister." Jiang Ye's voice came.
Chen Zilu looked up and saw Jiang Ye, at some unknown time, had already walked beside her.
"I might be able to help you." Jiang Ye squatted down and said, "Let me try, okay?"
"You?" Chen Zilu was slightly stunned.
Then.
"How will you help?" The girl looked at him suspiciously.
"Senior sister, relax your hand." Jiang Ye said.
Chen Zilu hesitated for a moment and finally moved her small hand that was covering the wound.
A bloody hole was exposed.
Jiang Ye looked at her wound and couldn't help but feel tense.
"Hope it succeeds..."
