Su Moshi had hooked up an IV for Yun Lih, while Xia Siyu's mouth was swollen at the corners, continuously wiping the fine sweat from his forehead with a towel.
At this moment, Li Qiao was shielded behind Luoyu, and from Shang Yu's perspective, he could only see her standing with one hand in her pocket, her face emanating a cold frostiness.
Shang Yu strode over, grabbed her arm, and pulled her to his chest, looking down at her closely, "Are you hurt?"
Those in the throes of drug addiction had no rationale to speak of.
Moreover, Yun Lih was skilled in combat; out of control, there was no guarantee he wouldn't lash out and hurt someone.
Li Qiao's expression softened slightly, looking up at Shang Yu with a faint smile on her lips, "No."
Shang Yu glanced at Yun Lih, who was breathing heavily, and withdrew his gaze, his eyes darkening with emotion, "Your hand."
Li Qiao, looking innocent, spread out her left hand, the right still in her pocket.
