After shooting Lina in the shoulder, they retreated.
Qiao Nian narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze landing on Lina's shoulder.
There was still an arrow in Lina's shoulder. Blood stained her shoulder red. If she rashly pulled the arrow out, it might harm Lina.
However, if he didn't treat Lina's injuries, she might not be able to hold on any longer.
Now that Lina had closed her eyes to conserve her strength, there was no trace of blood on her face. Her lips were frighteningly pale.
Qiao Nian frowned slightly. She opened the back door of the car and took out her jacket.
When they were climbing the mountain, she had placed her jacket in the car. There were still silver needles in her jacket.
Chen Qing was carrying Lina on his back. When he saw Qiao Nian take out the silver needle, his expression changed slightly. He hurriedly shouted, "Madam, you can't!"
