The Emperor's complexion changed when he saw Gu Jiao brandishing the scissors with an intent to sharpen them, "I don't want to!" he exclaimed.
But he didn't have a choice.
With a crisp snip, the Emperor's trousers were cut and the blood-soaked cloth piece was ripped off from his wound by Gu Jiao.
The Emperor felt a chill between his legs and endless embarrassment welled up from the depths of his heart.
This embarrassment even overshadowed the pain of the wound, making him utterly frustrated.
The Emperor had lost too much blood and was incredibly weak. He couldn't resist. He bit his lips tightly, every single hair on his body resisting without saying a word!
Gu Jiao: I don't see, I don't see!
Emperor clenched his teeth, "You…"
Gu Jiao then put down the scissors, changed into a pair of clean gloves, and pulled out an IV drip and a venipuncture needle from the first-aid kit.