Leng Shuang had brought him over to her room and once Feng Jiu entered the room, she was overwhelmed with the stench of blood that hung heavily in the air.
She came to the bed and saw that his top had already been removed and he was lying on his tummy, his whole face was deathly pale.
Looking at the long gash across his back, her eyes stirred and she quickly reached out to take his pulse.
Leng Shuang who was standing anxiously beside her quickly report, "Little Hua's injury on the back is the worst one of all, the other injuries are all just superficial wounds and some abrasions. When I brought him in, the blood had coagulated but he was already unconscious."
Feng Jiu probed his pulse and her gaze rested on his feet. His boots were still on however they were drenched completely in blood and there were also quite a few holes in them.
