Ye Qinghan stopped Dongfang Jue, who wanted to protect Li Shiyao, because she didn't think Chu Youwei would hurt Li Shiyao.

As long as Chu Youwei loves her master, she will not do anything to hurt him.

Chu Youwei is a person who can distinguish between primary and secondary matters. She is decisive and reasonable in her actions. She must know that her master loves Li Shiyao very much.

"Sister Youwei..."

"Don't call me that so intimately, we're not that close. Give me your arm."

Li Shiyao pouted, feeling a little wronged, but still stretched out her arm.

Chu Youwei wasn't going to tolerate it. She grabbed Li Shiyao's wrist with one hand and pressed down hard on Li Shiyao's wound with the other.

"Don't shout. If it weren't for Master, I wouldn't bother with you!"

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Sister Youwei! Ouch! It hurts so much!"

Without any regard for pity or tenderness, and ignoring Li Shiyao who was almost in tears from the pain, he removed the bandages. With the help of the elixir, the wound healed quickly, but it was still a bloody hole!

Chu Youwei made a hand seal with one hand, and a stream of purple light gathered at her fingertips. She softly chanted, "Spiritual magic!"

Immediately, a faint purple spiritual energy, visible to the naked eye, was gathered in his palm and placed on Li Shiyao's wound to heal her!

"Ah! Sister Youwei, please spare Shiyao! Ouch! It hurts!"

"Stop shouting, or I'll tear your arm off!"

"Ugh! Please! Shiyao can't take it anymore! Shiyao is going to die!"

"I'm healing your wounds, just bear with it, you'll be fine soon!"

"Ouch! It hurts! I can't take it anymore! It hurts so much! Hmm? Healing?"