"Junior Brother, how bad are your injuries? Hurry, take these two healing pills!"
Her face filled with anxiety, Ye Hua took out two healing pills that gave off a rich medicinal fragrance and, without hesitation, pushed them between Ying Ming Hao's paper-white lips.
Then she swiftly pulled out rolls of white gauze and, with clumsy, frantic movements, began bandaging the hideous wounds covering his body.
A closer look revealed a horrifying, enormous wound in Ying Ming Hao's abdomen that pierced straight through his body.
His left arm was an even more dreadful sight-a gash cut deep into the marrow, blood welling steadily from it.
There was also a chilling wound on his thick, muscular thigh: the flesh had peeled outward, exposing stark white bone...
Together with the countless small cuts and scrapes all over him, every wound seemed to tell of the ferocity and cruelty of their battle.
Without a doubt, these injuries had all been inflicted by the enemy's powerful fighters when the two of them had secretly ambushed those vicious bandits.
Had the shrubs here not been so unusually dense, they would already have descended to the Yellow Springs, with no chance of escaping alive.
"Cough, cough, cough... Senior Sister, I'm really fine. You're the one whose injuries are far worse than mine!
Hurry and swallow these healing pills!"
Enduring the excruciating pain, Ying Ming Hao gave a soft cough, only to cough up a large mouthful of startlingly red blood.
He mustered all his strength and slowly raised his trembling right hand, fumbling several exceedingly precious healing pills out of the Storage Ring on his finger.
Then, heedless of everything else, he pushed them into Ye Hua's small, cherry-like mouth, which was just as bloodless as his own.
Immediately afterward, he snatched the remaining gauze from