C183 Hospital Battlefield

It was a pity that he had already died. Ye Feng couldn't be bothered to care about him and went over to look at Ms Miao first.

There were more than ten cuts on her body, all on her belly. She definitely wouldn't live. But Ye Feng was confident. He lifted Ms Miao's clothes and put his hand on her wound.

"Ye Feng, don't worry about me, I can't take it anymore …" I... So comfortable