"Senior Sister, here, here, here! Hurry and drink this spirit liquid!"
Xu Paopao cried out anxiously, fumbling a bottle of spirit liquid from her robes as though it were a lifesaving straw.
Senior Sister Zhang's face was as pale as paper, her lips devoid of color. Clearly, her injuries were serious.
Xu Paopao looked at her with aching concern, afraid that if she failed to care for her properly, Junior Brother Su Yan would give her another tongue-lashing when he came out.
Senior Sister Zhang weakly reached out to take the bottle of spirit liquid, but Xu Paopao held it tightly, refusing to let go.
"Gulp, gulp!"
Senior Sister Zhang swallowed the spirit liquid with difficulty, the sounds rising from her throat.
"All right, let go of me. I can manage on my own!"
Senior Sister Zhang's voice was somewhat hoarse. She struggled to get up and sit cross-legged on the ground by herself.
Seeing this, Xu Paopao hurriedly tried to stop her.
"Senior Sister Zhang, you can't! You took so many attacks, and your injuries are so serious. Please don't push yourself!"
Yet Senior Sister Zhang seemed unmoved by her concern. She forcefully shook off Xu Paopao's hands, insisting on sitting up by herself.
Xu Paopao turned pale with alarm. She herself had only taken a savage beating every few hours, yet her entire body still ached, leaving her weak and limp.
Senior Sister Zhang, meanwhile, had kept resisting valiantly. Her injuries had to be much worse than theirs. Otherwise, Junior Brother Su Yan would not have spent every day holding Senior Sister Zhang afterward while never holding them.
But no matter how Xu Paopao tried to persuade her, Senior Sister Zhang remained unmoved.
In the end, she managed to break free of Xu Paopao's efforts to stop