The bright red from Leng Ye's legs stung her eyes. As someone who faints at the sight of blood, she bit her lip hard, using the pain to stop herself from blacking out.
"Joe, hang in there, the ambulance will be here soon." Wen Nuan's tears blurred her vision, she wiped them away hastily, but they kept flowing.
"Nuannuan, don't cry." Leng Ye reached out, trying to wipe her tears, but before he could touch her, his hand dropped weakly, cold sweat running down from the pain. With pale lips, he spoke with difficulty, "The car needs to be cut open, otherwise I can't get out. Nuannuan, call 119."
"I won't cry, I'll make the call." Wen Nuan, crying, pushed open the door beside her and got out. Seeing people rushing over, she pleaded desperately for help. Hearing that vehicles were already on their way, she breathed a faint sigh of relief and returned to check on Leng Ye.
