The senior students standing around her couldn't react at all, and just watched her fall to the ground.
Just when Zeng Lanyue's body was about to fall to the ground, a slender figure quickly rushed over and picked her up in his arms.
Feng Jiuer! After catching Zeng Lanyue, he immediately put her on the ground and pressed her neck hard!
"Her aorta has not been completely severed. It was just slightly injured by the sword. It can still be saved!"
Feng Jiuer raised her head and looked at Little Cherry standing by the door of their room from a distance: "Quick! Get the little medicine box next to my bed!"
When Little Cherry was drunk by her, she immediately reacted and hurried back to the room to get her a medicine box.
However, no one here, except Feng Jiuer herself, believed that Zeng Lanyue could still survive.
From ancient times to the present, no one has been able to survive the injury to the blood vessels in the neck. How could this girl speak such arrogant words?
After a moment of shock, the senior student holding the sword had calmed down and did not expect Zeng Lanyue to survive.
She walked up to Zeng Lanyue and tore Zeng Lanyue's clothes apart.
"No..." Zeng Lanyue's voice was so weak that it would disappear at any time. When she knew her clothes were being pulled away, she struggled crazily.
Feng Jiuer pressed her neck hard, and tapped a certain acupuncture point on her shoulder with his long finger.
Zeng Lanyue suddenly fell weakly, losing the strength to even raise her hands.
She looked at Feng Jiu'er, unable to glare at her, but the resentment in her eyes was so thick...
Feng Jiuer had no choice but to save a person who hated him, but a doctor had a parental heart and had no choice but to save him.
The senior sister was unselfish and had already pulled Zeng Lanyue's clothes away. There were only girls in this courtyard, so it didn't matter.
There were no scars on the chest, nor on the arms, but... now, those who were close could all see clearly!
Zeng Lanyue is not an assassin, at least, not the assassin to be investigated, but her body is covered with mottled red marks!
"What is that?" an ignorant little girl couldn't help but ask.
The other person blushed and whispered: "I'm afraid...I'm afraid...it's the traces left by a prodigal son."
God! Zeng Lanyue’s body is actually covered with traces of love!
Even if everyone has never experienced such a clear and obvious thing, they have more or less communicated with it in private.
The body was made like this, it must have been done by a man. She actually... just came in and was with the man here...
Everyone was talking privately, and the senior also blushed and immediately pulled up her clothes for Zeng Lanyue.
Zeng Lanyue could no longer catch her breath, rolled her eyes in excitement, and fainted.
Xiaoying took the medicine box and placed it next to Feng Jiuer.
After some discussion, the senior students decided to have someone notify the doctor at the hospital.
After all, he has not yet died, so no one can rest assured that he will hand over his life to Feng Jiuer.
What's more, now that we know that Zeng Lanyue is not an assassin, since she is not an assassin, she must find a way to save her life.
"Jiu'er, do you want my help?" Everyone had little hope for Feng Jiu'er. Only Little Cherry squatted next to Jiu'er, wanting to do something.
"You help me put pressure on her wound, I want to operate on her!"
As soon as Feng Jiuer finished speaking, two doctors came.
The older doctor among them, after squatting down next to Zeng Lanyue, actually tried to remove the piece of cloth that Feng Jiuer had torn off and pressed against Zeng Lanyue's neck!
