C456 It Was a Trap

Lu Yiran, who was close to Han Zhiyu's mouth, finally heard her clearly. He looked at Han Zhiyu's legs in disbelief.

The pure white dress had long been dyed red by blood, and the dark red liquid kept flowing down from the inside of her calf.

Lu Yiran felt his blood freeze in an instant, and when he opened his mouth, there was a slight tremble, "Go to the hospital, go to the hospital!"

"Okay