Jiang Yu took a few quick steps forward to check on Teng Yi's condition. She found that his eyes were closed and his face was pale.
"What's wrong with Secretary Teng?" The bodyguard was a little anxious. "Why do you look so pale? are you injured?"
"Y-yes," A middle-aged woman had appeared at the door. "When we found him, the wound on his ankle was already infected. I don't know what happened to her, but she didn't even treat her serious injuries."
Jiang Yu lifted the blanket and just as the middle-aged woman had said, Teng Yi's ankle was infected.
"We don't have anything here to disinfect or bandage him, so we can only apply some ground herbs on him first." The middle-aged woman said, " since you are his friends, you should take him away quickly. This place is not safe."
"Alright, thank you for saving him." Jiang Yu thanked him and was about to ask the bodyguard to take Teng Yi back.
