She heard Mei Yuebai shouting for her frantically, but the intense dizziness was too much to resist, and she closed her eyes.
Mei Yuebai’s lips were tinged with blue, his hands began to tremble, and his eyes were filled with panic and fear.
She couldn't die. She absolutely couldn't die.
The plane began to pitch violently, flying unstably.
Everyone held onto the handrails, afraid to speak, all worried about Xu Qian.
Cheng Liangqing's face was grim. He roared, "Let go, I'll control it."
Children are still children, with no self-control.
Mei Yuebai forced himself to calm down, gritted his teeth, and said, "I can do it."
He would not entrust his life or Xu Qian's life to anyone else.
Immediately, Mei Yuebai re-grasped the control stick, and the plane was controlled from the pilot's seat.
The plane began to fly smoothly.
Fifteen minutes later, they arrived at the top floor of Building F, and the plane landed and came to a stop.
Mei Yuebai jumped off the plane, stumbled, but regained his balance.
Calm, I must remain calm.
He picked Xu Qian up horizontally, gritted his teeth, and ran from the 30th floor to the 12th floor in one go.
He carefully placed her flat on the sofa.
"Ye Yunzhou, Ye Yunzhou!"
Ye Yunzhou, who was sleeping soundly, was woken up immediately.
He quickly got up and went to the living room.
"What's wrong?"
He rubbed his sleepy eyes and saw drops of blood scattered on the floor, leading to the sofa and pooling beneath it.
The girl in the black robe lay quietly on the sofa.
Her face was ashen, devoid of life.
Ye Yunzhou snapped awake instantly. He rushed over and pressed on her neck to feel for a pulse.
Her skin was cold, and her pulse was below sixty beats per minute.
His expression was serious. "Where is she injured?"
Her black robe concealed her wound. There was so much blood that he couldn't tell where it was coming from.
Mei Yuebai's face was pale. "She was shot in the abdomen."
Ye Yunzhou felt a chill run down his spine. With the current equipment, how could he perform surgery to remove the bullet?
"I don't have any equipment here; I can't perform surgery."
Mei Yuebai shouted impatiently, "Aren't you a healing ability user? Just use your ability to heal her."
Ye Yunzhou's expression was anxious. "I can only heal surface wounds. I can't guarantee internal recovery."
Upon hearing this, Mei Yuebai's face turned ashen. What was the use of this healing ability? It would be better to find a doctor.
"The surgical supplies are in the spatial storage. Wake her up first."
Ye Yunzhou squatted down, slightly lifted her top, revealing the blood-soaked bandage.
He carefully tore off the bandage, exposing the blackened bullet wound from which blood was now gushing out.
The blood loss was too great!
He frowned, and white light emanated from his palm.
He covered her wound.
Slowly, the bleeding from the wound began to lessen.
However, the wound did not heal.
Ye Yunzhou's face turned deathly pale. His ability was almost depleted.
He had never attempted to heal such a serious wound before; it had mostly been minor injuries.
When he could no longer squeeze out even a tiny bit of his ability, Ye Yunzhou withdrew his hand.
His legs and arms felt weak, and he slumped onto the sofa.
"I did my best."
The bleeding had stopped, but the wound had not healed.
However, her complexion had improved and was no longer as ashen as before.
"Xu Qian, Xu Qian."
Mei Yuebai called out twice.
Her fingers twitched, and then her eyes opened.
"Tear."
A sharp pain shot through her abdomen.
Mei Yuebai breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "How do you feel?"
"Painful."
She responded with a low moan.