Andrew's expression was terrifyingly calm. "Don't move. You've lost too much blood, and you might die. I'll save you first, then we'll talk about everything else."

Leslie raised her blood-stained hand and shouted hoarsely, "Forget me, go help General Phelan! Hurry! There's a martial emperor among them. If you're too late, General Phelan… she'll die! Please, go!"

Andrew paid no attention and used his strong yet steady hands to bandage the wound on her abdomen. Then, he sprinkled some medicina