Lily sneered coldly, without responding to Fei'er's words.
Seeing the swollen forehead of Zhuo Junyi, it seemed this girl was dead set on seeking death.
She lightly stroked her chin, thinking that she needed to find a way to remind her. Otherwise, if she died, it would be a waste of her effort.
She couldn't allow her relationship with Zuo Mufeng to be detected by the assassin organization just because she rescued her.
Not to mention anything else, if Ghost Knife found out she was with Zuo Mufeng, she feared that Zuo Mufeng wouldn't live long.
However, this island of Fei'er had been rigged with many perverted traps.
If an ordinary boat approached the island without a guide, it would likely be blown to pieces by the hidden torpedoes.
"Doctor, how is she? She's not going to die, is she?" Lily asked softly.
"She won't die, but she might have a concussion, which is still fortunate."