"No, don't say that!"
Qiao Xixi covered his mouth. She couldn't bear to hear a single discouraging word right now.
"It's just a small injury! It's not like it can't be healed!"
His gilded eyes locked tightly onto her.
As if trying to memorize her face forever.
"Xixi, Xixi..."
The hand on her face suddenly dropped.
Qiao Xixi's pupils widened in shock.
"Jin Ling, Jin Ling!"
Jin Ling's eyes were shut tight. He wasn't breathing.
A dull ache in Qiao Xixi's heart spread through her entire body.
"Xiaoyao, Xiaoyao, get your ass out here! I need to buy medicine on credit! Give me something to save Jin Ling!"
Xiaoyao's voice sounded dejected.
"I'm sorry, Host. I don't have that authority."
"I'll take him back to the tribe and find Qiaoqiao. She can definitely save Jin Ling."
Qiao Xixi tried to carry Jin Ling on her back, but she didn't have the strength to lift his large frame.
"Host, Host, don't panic! I'm looking for you, there has to be another way."
