Just as Zhang Li thought he was on the brink of death, Wang Jian's voice cut through the haze. "It's done! The bleeding has stopped! His blood pressure is stable!"
"Really?" Li Liping's joyful voice followed. "That's wonderful! Husband… husband, did you hear that?"
Li Liping stood up, unconcerned about the bloodstains covering her. In reality, not much time had passed since the bloodletting began, but the upper half of her body was covered in blood, some of which had already clotted into a horrifying sight.
Hearing Wang Jian, Li Liping immediately ran to the bedside. She drew close to Zhang Li, untied his hands, and whispered, "Husband?"
The voice was like that of a savior. Unfortunately, Zhang Li was in such a bad state that he thought it was a hallucination and couldn't even open his mouth to ask a question.
Seeing that Zhang Li could barely open his eyes, blinking weakly, Wang Jian knew something was wrong. "Step aside."
