Xu Xingchun was lying on the ground with his eyes closed tightly. His face was as white as paper. The white pants he was wearing were dyed red with blood.

Jian Anjie ran over feebly, knelt beside Xu Xingchun and picked up the man, patted her face with trembling hands, "Xingchun, wake up Xingchun... "

the man has passed out. With a clench of his teeth, he picks up the man and runs to the car outside.

put the person in the back seat, and Jane started the car and drove towards the hospital. All the way, he was tense and drove fast.

when he arrived at the hospital, Jian...