"But your face is so pale, you... do you need to rest for a while?" Zhou Rui asked urgently.
Zhao Zhonghai was driving in front, with Zhou Rui and Qingzi both sitting in the back, supporting Lin Chuan. Lin Chuan felt a sense of happiness, but the burning pain in his back diluted the feeling of joy inside him. Lin Chuan smiled and said, "It's nothing, don't worry about me."
"You've lost too much blood." Qingzi hurriedly said, "Lin Chuan, hang in there a bit longer, we'll soon be at Haiqing Pool. I'll treat your wound when we get there."
Being accustomed to battlefields, Qingzi often dressed wounds and clearly had become proficient at it.
"Hmm!" Lin Chuan nodded.
Zhao Zhonghai drove quickly, and the two kilometers were covered in no time. They soon arrived at Haiqing Pool.
Zhou Rui and Qingzi each supported Lin Chuan's left and right hands, guarding him as they entered Haiqing Pool.
