No one expected Lv Tianrui to chop off Jiang Ke's right arm.
It was the hand he used to wield a sword.
Without it, no matter how skilled his swordsmanship, he would have no room to exhibit it.
And without an arm at the prime of his life, how desperate must the rest of his life be?
"Save him!"
Sang Yan threw herself forward, pressing hard on his bleeding arm.
Her face and mouth were sprayed with blood, she screamed helplessly, "Is there a doctor? Doctor! Save him!"
She had always felt she wanted Jiang Ke dead.
But now that he was truly dying, she realized she didn't want him to die.
"Please, please save him!"
"Don't, don't—"
The pain was buzzing in Jiang Ke's head, which no longer worked.
He didn't think about what losing an arm meant, he just saw her crying and pleading, and felt a particular heartache, "Don't cry, don't beg them."
"Humph, quite the tough guy!"
