Tears welled up in Wu Yue's eyes as he pleaded, "Young Master, please talk to me. Don't ignore me!"
"In the cellar, oxygen is limited, and we don't know when they will find us. We need to conserve oxygen, stay calm. I won't die."
Qin Lu's tone was steady, low, and had a convincing charm.
"I understand, Young Master." Wu Yue wiped away his tears, trying not to appear so weak.
In his heart, he couldn't help but pray for Qin Yi to arrive quickly.
He knew that the Young Master's injuries were definitely not light. Without timely treatment, even if he could save his life, an infection in his leg from the bacteria could be uncontrollable!
He would rather have been the one hit back then; he didn't want the Young Master to get hurt!
However, things had already happened, and regret was futile.
After a while, Wu Yue spoke again, "Young Master, are you cold? Shall we open a bottle of wine to warm up?"
