"SHLICK!"
The muffled sound of a sharp blade sinking into flesh.
Su Ling'er's pupils contracted. She could hardly believe her eyes.
The disciple had just stabbed himself with his own sword, right before Su Ling'er's very eyes!
????
This...
What was this situation?
The blade pierced through his abdomen, drawing a spray of hot blood.
The stench of blood instantly filled the air.
The disciple's face went deathly pale. His sword fell to the ground with a CLANG, and he collapsed stiffly onto the sickbed in front of him.
"Ugh... oh... Junior Sister... quick... I... I'm... not going to make it!
I'm... this is... a critical case!
If... if you don't save... me, I'm afraid... I'm going to... pass on... to the next world!"
Su Ling was completely dumbfounded.
'What are they doing?'
'Why don't I understand any of this?'
'Weren't you just running around full of energy a moment ago?'
'Why would you run over here, stab yourself, and then ask me to heal you?'
