Fu Chi quickly moved to the front of the stage. As he observed the situation on stage, his expression darkened slightly and a sharp light flickered in his eyes. Still, he calmly made arrangements, "Prepare a car. We need to get to the hospital immediately."
Just as he expected.
Nothing was beyond his prediction.
The person had been driven to desperation.
He dared to attack under such circumstances, threatening Zhou Qiyue.
"Fu Chi! Save her! You must save her!"
The moment Zhou Qiyue saw Fu Chi, he screamed out, his eyes red, clutching onto him like a lifeline.
Fu Chi jumped directly onto the stage from the side, crouched down to inspect the unconscious Yun Qianshu's wound. His eyebrows furrowed as he silently applied emergency first aid.
"The wound is in her lung, the situation might not be good."
Zhou Qiyue's heart suddenly felt icy cold, as if all the blood in his body had chilled.
"Let go of her for now, I'll have someone take her away."
