"What did you do to Little Li'er?!"
Li Moying pursed his lips and spoke in a cold voice.
Zhao Lin's face was full of confusion and he frowned, "Young Master Li, what do you mean? Young Miss Huang suddenly fainted. I'm afraid she was unwell. How could it have anything to do with me? Don't be impatient first. Put her down and lie down, I do have some medical skills and can diagnose and treat her."
Li Moying sneered coldly, still holding the sword tightly in his hand, and did not relax because of Zhao Lin's excuse.
Zhao Lin sighed, his expression serious and very sincere.
"Young Master Li, don't be like this. If there was really something wrong with Miss Huang's body, if you do this, it will delay the treatment time. Don't worry, our Phoenix Clan also has many medical classics. I have lived for a hundred thousand years. I still have some knowledge, so I won't make a wrong diagnosis."
