Lu Xiaoyou almost cursed out loud!
Feng Zheyu knelt on one knee on the ground, lowered his head, and used his mouth to suck the darkened blood from Lu Xiaoyou's wound.
Lu Xiaoyou: "..."
Little brother... watched too many dramas?
I've been poisoned, take me to the hospital quickly!
Or tie a rope around my arm to slow the flow of toxic blood!
Does sucking help?
With you sucking it, doesn't your mouth get numb or bitter?
If you accidentally die too, who will be my shield?!
Lu Xiaoyou was about to push Feng Zheyu's head away and teach him the correct first aid methods, when footsteps sounded outside the corridor.
This time, more than one person was coming.
Mou Xiao, standing outside the private room, saw the people rushing over, and the blazing fire in his eyes lit up again.
Leading this group was Long Yinxiao.
Feeling the hostile gaze, he looked over at Mou Xiao.
As Long Yinxiao's gaze landed on Mou Xiao, Mou Xiao bristled like a porcupine, ready to raise his quills.
