'If being with Wu Sheng means Su Li still has to suffer this kind of ordeal, this kind of devastating disaster, then how can I give her up?'
'If being with Wu Sheng isn't any better—and might even be more dangerous—then how can I possibly let her go?'
Amid the grief and agony in Tang Yuanxiao's eyes, a flicker of determination gradually emerged.
Not daring to move Su Li rashly, Tang Yuanxiao checked her condition with trembling hands.
He found both of Su Li's shoulders were dislocated. Tang Yuanxiao took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and calmed himself. Taking advantage of her unconsciousness, he steeled himself, gritted his teeth, and popped them back into place.
They weren't doctors, but they were professionals when it came to treating external injuries, especially fractures and dislocations.
Tang Yuanxiao had performed this kind of task with practiced ease.
But this time, resetting the joints left him drenched in a cold sweat.
