Lang Zhu smelled blood and saw Lin Huanhuan's pale face. He immediately said, "Quick, put her on the bed."
Bai Di lowered Lin Huanhuan and gently placed her on the bed.
Lang Zhu asked, "Where's the wound?"
Bai Di was about to rip off the hide dress on Lin Huanhuan's body, when Lin Huanhuan grabbed the dress tightly and dodged Bai Di's hand.
She blushed. "I'm really not hurt!"
"But you've lost a lot of blood," he said as he coaxed her gently. "If you don't stop the bleeding in time, you'll die. Please, can you let the witch doctor take a look at your wound? It's only one look."
How could she let them look down there? She could not allow even a glance!
Lin Huanhuan didn't know why Bai Di refused to believe her. She could only pin her hopes on the old witch doctor.
Blushing, she explained, "That's how my body works. I bleed a few days a month, but it doesn't affect my health. After a few days, the bleeding stops automatically."
