Chapter 215 You Don’t Need to Get Involved

• Tong Yimo stretched out her hand—her entire body trembling—but she didn’t know where to touch him with her hand. The guy lying right in front of her was twitching slightly; his face was swollen from the beating and blood trickled endlessly from his mouth. His glasses were next to him—the frames were broken and the lenses were shattered.
• “Ma Zhijie… Ma Zhijie… You have to… hold on! I… I…” she began to speak incoherently. Her nose itched and her vision was blurred by the sudden tears that covered her eyes. She didn’t know how to give first aid to a person who had been badly beaten and was vomiting blood. Grandma had never taught her that, and now she…
• She suddenly remembered her luggage. In her luggage was the first-aid kit she carried around with her everywhere. There was a specially-made hemostatic medicine in the first-aid kit. That’s right! At the thought, hope blossomed in her. She was just about to get up and leave when her wrist was caught by the person.