1887, I beg you, look at me!
Right now, Yu Lingqian doesn't recognize anyone. Apart from herself being able to get a little closer, she truly has no other way.
After all, just a moment ago, Yu Lingqian still managed to recognize her, which proves that deep in his memory there's still a trace of her.
"But besides that, do you have any other solutions?"
Mu Anran's voice suddenly became resolute.
Her unwavering gaze was fixed on Yu Lingqian.
In his current state, not only is he a danger to those around him, but he himself is also in danger.
His injuries are severe, and if they aren't quickly bandaged and stopped bleeding, his life may be at risk.
Mu Anran really couldn't wait any longer.
"I..." Shen Muchen was rendered speechless by Mu Anran's words, not knowing what to say.
He hurried over, unprepared for anything.
If he had brought anesthesia, perhaps he could have calmed Yu Lingqian down for a short time.
