Bo Jinyu was still conscious, but his injuries were not minor. He had been hit in the waist by a chunk of ice when he fell, and had been exposed to the cold for too long. At this moment, he couldn't move at all.
Ye Anran appeared even more serious. She was currently unconscious and her complexion was frighteningly purple.
The doctors placed oxygen masks on their faces.
"Quick, save the Second Mistress quickly." Bo Jinyu refused to put on his mask, his eyes intently fixed on Ye Anran's direction, his voice low and weak, repeating this line over and over.
"Second Master, don't worry. All these people are doctors, specialists in this field, and the ambulance is close by. We're taking the Second Mistress to the ambulance now for emergency treatment, and then heading straight to the nearest local hospital!"
