The freshly replaced gauze was oozing blood once again.
"My lord, how are you?" Shen Yifei, shocked out of his wits, rushed to his side to support him while calling out hoarsely to the medical staff on standby next door, "Doctor..."
The doctors quickly filed in, as if racing over, and began a series of examinations and treatments.
Tang Qingyue was also frightened; she hadn't expected his injuries to be so severe. His pale, handsome face looked like a banished immortal on the brink of losing his soul, wrenching her heart.
"I'm fine, get out," the man roared after catching his breath, his voice cold and fierce as Asura from Hell, sending shivers down everyone's spine.
But the sweat on the temples of Ruyu showed the immense pain he had just endured.
"My lord, there's no hurry, let's take a look at the wound..." Only Shen Yifei insisted, steeling himself to reason.
"What's there to look at, tell them to get out," Bo Fengheng bellowed, pushing him aside with a sweep of his arm.
