"God damn it." Gritting his teeth in anger, Yang Ze hurriedly rushed in to check if she was still alive. Placing his finger just below her nose, he could feel her weak breathing. So, without wasting another moment, he immediately placed his hand on her forehead and began to heal her.
The next instant, a starry light enveloped the little figure, and the wounds on her hands began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye. Though her face still remained pale due to the loss of blood, at least she wasn't in danger of dying now.
"What a mess!" Yang Ze couldn't help but curse under his breath as he took a glance around him. The beds upon which he had placed the children were dyed red, and so was the ground beneath them.
The entire room smelled of blood and a feeling of heavy oppression.
Changing the bed underneath the gild, Yang Ze checked the bodies of other children as well, but none of them was as lucky as her.
