"Drive back, and call Tang Sheng over."
Tang Sheng arrived swiftly; Fu Rong had already laid the person on the bed.
He brushed aside the black hair obscuring the woman's face, and, seeing the horrid countenance, turned his head away: "Ah Rong, are you out of your mind, bringing back a corpse?"
Even catching a fish would have been better, yet he actually brought back a corpse, has he gone mad?
"She's not dead yet, save her." Fu Rong spoke with an icy detachment.
"Why?" Tang Sheng raised his eyebrows, the woman's faint breath made her difficult to save.
Why should he go to such lengths to save her?
"Save her." Fu Rong repeated coldly.
Tang Sheng shrugged: "Alright then."
He had someone change her into clean clothes, then inserted various devices into her body to sustain her vital signs, before starting to treat the wounds on her face.
