Su Qinglan's hands were trembling as she pressed them over Hu Yan's body. The green glow of her healing power burst out from her palms, wrapping his bloodied form in soft light.
The ground under them was sticky with blood. The air smelled heavily of blood. Her heart pounded as she poured every last bit of energy she had left into him. She didn't even care how pale her face had become.
The wounds on his body slowly started to close. The deep scratches that were bleeding heavily finally stopped. Thick blood clots formed, covering the torn flesh. When she saw that, Su Qinglan let out a shaky breath.
"He won't bleed anymore…" she whispered, her lips trembling.
Her body swayed from exhaustion, but her eyes never left him. "Two more times," she muttered, "two more times and he'll be completely fine…"
Still, she smiled faintly... a broken but relieved full smile. At least now, he wouldn't bleed to death, or his life would be in danger.
