"Hey, hey... Xiao Jiang, wake up." Tian Sangsang called out a few times, but he remained motionless. She lowered her gaze to look at his clothes again; the fabric around the left side of his torso was soaked in blood, clearly indicating a large wound there. There was another injury on the back of his right shoulder, a bloody mess, seemingly caused by a sharp weapon being stabbed in and roughly pulled out. The rest of his body didn't have major injuries—just some knife wounds.
She carefully peeled back the fabric beside him and took a single look at the pus-filled wound. Instantly, she turned her face away, not only feeling a strong urge to vomit but also shedding tears unknowingly.
