"Senior Sister, bear with it. I'll pull it out right now!"
Ying Ming Hao cried out, his heart burning with anxiety. The instant he saw the two women finish their fierce battle, he rushed toward Lin Zihan without hesitation.
Ying Ming Hao pressed one hand firmly against the horrific wound. With the other, he yanked with all his strength, forcibly pulling the Golden Spear from Lin Zihan's shoulder.
Blood gushed out as the Golden Spear came free, but Ying Ming Hao did not panic.
He swiftly took several pills with a rich medicinal fragrance from inside his robes, brought them to Lin Zihan's lips, and urged her:
"Senior Sister, hurry and take these Healing Pills. They'll help your injuries heal faster."
Only after seeing Lin Zihan swallow the pills did the stone hanging over Ying Ming Hao's heart finally settle a little.
Yet despite taking the pills, Lin Zihan's face remained deathly pale.
She forced herself to rally, trying to look as though nothing were wrong, and smiled at Ying Ming Hao.
"Don't worry, Junior Brother. I'm not seriously hurt."
But her feeble voice and unmistakably pale face betrayed her true condition. With such a horrifyingly large spear wound in her left shoulder, there was no way she could be all right.
Naturally, Ying Ming Hao knew that Lin Zihan was merely putting on a brave face.
His heart ached for her. He wanted to reach out and gently scoop her into his arms, but before he could do so, he felt his arm lightly swatted aside.
With no other choice, he changed his mind and carefully supported Lin Zihan, slowly guiding her back toward the edge of the Martial Platform.
"Senior Sister Lin, how bad are your injuries? Let me treat you."
Miss Shui, Lin Qinqin, Ye Hua,