Excessive blood loss.
A mild poison akin to powdered cartilage.
His body carried various kinds of toxins.
And interference from spiritual secrets.
Looking at Ji Yanran cradled in his arms, Yang Tian almost instantly assessed her condition.
But even though he had already confirmed his feelings for Ji Yanran, Yang Tian remained as calm as ever.
Thus, the blood cells extracted from the venomous snake were swiftly dispersed, directly infused into Ji Yanran's body.
At that moment, Ji Yanran, who had been deathly pale, began to regain some color as her complexion grew more rosier, and her breathing gradually steadied.
"I am..."
Ji Yanran, drenched in blood, slowly opened her eyes, gazed at Yang Tian between blinking eyelids, and was immediately shocked. Her voice was faint and weak as she said, "Yang Tian? You… you… how did you…"
"I came to save you!" Yang Tian smiled tenderly and responded softly.
"Save me?"
