With the help of Han Soi and Yue Yue, Xing Luoye was quickly taken deeper inside the Sea Empire's aircraft. The attendants moved fast and silently, leading them into one of the best medical rooms on board.
The room was quiet and clean. Soft lights glowed along the walls, and several medical instruments were already prepared there. The moment Xing Luoye was placed on the bed, the healers immediately began stabilizing his condition.
They checked his pulse, his breathing, and the poison spreading through his blood. After a short while, they managed to slow the poison slightly so his body would not collapse immediately.
Yue Yue sat beside the bed the entire time.
She held Luoye's hand tightly in both of hers, refusing to move even for a second. His skin felt cold, and his breathing was weak and uneven. Every small movement of his chest made her heart tighten painfully.
Xing Luoye looked like he was barely holding on.
