The Last Needle

Just now, although he was semi-conscious, Saint Ruan's words were not unheard.

He grasped Su Yingxue's hand, his face pale but still retaining a sense of pride. "Let's go, don't worry about me. I'll... protect you to the end."

He refused to let go of the sword in his hand. Before his death, he could still confront the enemy for Su Yingxue.

"Your Highness, what nonsense are you talking! I can't let a patient die in front of me and run away alone! I'll suture your wound as quickly as possible!"

Qin Muyan was strong, but he couldn't resist Su Yingxue's determination.

Feeling that he was hindering her, Su Yingxue instructed Wei Jue to help hold Qin Muyan down.

Normally, Wei Jue wouldn't dare, but now he had to save Qin Muyan's life.

"Hey, Su Yingxue, you're going to sew! There's a mass of people over there, all of them are coming!"

Saint Ruan was frantic. If Su Yingxue hadn't insisted on staying, he would have fled long ago!