In the Imperial City Sijia style supervisor, the old doctor rushed to the dark and cramped prison.

The prisoners nearby had already been awakened by the loud voice of the bearded man, and they scolded and complained. When they were tired, they cursed and slapped the wooden fence and explored the situation here.

Wei Xing, who was rushed to call by the jailer on the night shift, was squatting beside the brick couch. Zhao Chonghuan's thin figure was lying among the piles of straw on the couch, without any sense of consciousness.

He frowned at the boy's stunning face and collared with a strong brow.

At this moment, her breathing was weak, and she was like a decaying and devastated wilderness after the rain, with no vitality.

However, no one can tell why this young man who was alone in the room suddenly suffered such a tragic change. Even the bearded man who was warning could not tell that he was ugly.

Wei Xing was silent for a moment, and suddenly remembered Wei Ruxin’s explanation last night, so he turned around and called a escort, whispering a command, and the latter left with his order.

"Du Tou, the doctor is here!" At this time, the prison guard led the old man in.

The old doctor is a doctor who often goes in and out to "visit" the Imperial City Department, and he has actually developed a calm demeanor. However, he was also very surprised to see the young man covered in blood lying on the straw.

Wei Xing immediately moved out of his position and shone the lamp for the old doctor. The latter quickly looked at the injured and asked and touched the injured.

"How could it be so injured?" The doctor's old hand trembled slightly on Zhao Chonghuan's pulse.

Wei Xing shook his head silently.

After taking the pulse for a moment, the old doctor suddenly let go of his hand, but his expression was a little strange. He couldn't help but look up and down at the boy in front of him.

"How?" Wei Xing asked immediately.

"The injured person's pulse is very strange, I haven't encountered it..." The old doctor frowned and hesitated.

But before he could finish speaking, another burst of anxious footsteps came from outside.

"Commander of Guard?" Wei Xing frowned and looked back, and suddenly greeted in surprise.

How fast, didn’t you just tell someone to call me?

Wei Ruxin didn't say anything, just nodded in a hurry, strides non-stop, and ran straight to the unconscious boy.

"I'll take a look at her injuries! You guys go out first, I'll heal her injuries!"

His tone and expression seemed much more indifferent and decisive than usual, and his eyebrows were astonishing as his words.

He moved extremely quickly to help Zhao Chonghuan's soft body, then put his hands on her back, ignoring the reactions of other people around him, and began to exercise his internal strength without delay.

The old doctor naturally knew the next guard commander and hurriedly gave him respectfully to one side.

He twisted his beard and thought deeply.

He also felt very difficult about the situation of the boy in front of him.

It's not that he can't tell the situation of this young man, then the other doctors he knows must be helpless.

The young man's injuries were extremely strange. Her heart veins were sometimes fast and sometimes slow. When they were fast, they were like flowing beads, but when they were slow, they were like sweet cheese stagnant. It seemed that something was hidden in the other person's body, controlling the flow of her blood.

He only saw such a strange situation in his life!

Although Wei Xing looked suspicious, he still followed Shangguan's instructions and called out the old doctor and others to wait.

He walked out and looked at the situation behind him-

There was already a slight smoke evaporated on Zhao Chonghuan's head.

Wei Xing's surprise and curiosity were even more serious. When did the commander of the guard improve so much?
Chapter completed!