"Tell me, tell me how to save you!"
Cheng Ziang's eyes were red, feeling a dizziness as he shook Hun Jiansi excitedly, pleading with a voice full of desperation.
"It's too late..."
Hun Jiansi's breath was faint, she slowly closed her eyes, and uttered those words softly.
"It's not too late, it's not too late, tell me how to help you...damn, damn, damn..."
Cheng Ziang felt a deep sense of helplessness again, watching helplessly as the person he cared about slowly lost her breath in his arms.
If he had arrived and Hun Jiansi was already dead, perhaps he could have maintained some composure. But watching the person in his embrace slowly close her eyes, the man known for his rationality lost the last shred of calm.
There are many things people cannot accept, one of which is watching life fade away and being powerless to stop it.
At this moment, Cheng Ziang wished he could transform into a doctor, quickly diagnose Hun Jiansi's condition, and find a way to respond.
