The Bloody Storm of The Marquis's Manor

A beautiful smile flashed across Chu Yihan's dark jade-like eyes. "I'm not afraid. Go ahead."

He bit Su Yingxue's earlobe and pushed her in.

Saint Ruan also patted Su Yingxue's shoulder. "Go in. It's useless for you to stay outside. You can't fight anyway."

Su Yingxue rushed into the room. From the moment the door was closed, the sound of people changing sides could be heard outside the door.

Chu Yihan's men were fighting with Lan Ling's men.

Su Yingxue walked over to Su Dingheng's bed, her heart beating faster and faster.

Saint Ruan prepared all the surgical tools and bandages for her. When he brought hot water for her to clean her hands, he realized that she still didn't look ready.

Saint Ruan put down the basin and rolled up his sleeves. "Forget it, you're useless. I might as well do it myself. I don't know if he'll die anyway. If he dies, I'll dig out his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys and bring them back to play!"