Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

When he came to the bed and sat down, he didn't put Wen Xiaoai on the bed, just holding her like this.

The thin quilt pulled over the bed was also wrapped around Wen Xiaoai.

Wen Xiaoai's little hand grabbed Jun Moyan's clothes, his brows were twisted together, his face was painful, and a tear came from the corner of his eyes.

"Jun Moyan, it hurts me..."

Wen Xiaoai's brain was dizzy, and the pain was cold and sweaty. The energy in Jun Moyan's body was so weak that there was no obvious therapeutic effect.

But even so, she still didn't dare to close her eyes, she wouldn't be afraid only when she saw Jun Moyan.

"what happened?"

Hearing Wen Xiaoai's pain, Jun Moyan loosened the arms holding her body and looked down at her in his arms.

However, Wen Xiaoai's face was terribly pale, lethargic, and his face was extremely painful, as if he was suffering some torture.

Because of her emotional loss, Jun Moyan didn't pay much attention to Wen Xiaoai at all, thinking she was frightened.

But he ignored that Wen Xiaoai is a demon, how could he not have the ability to protect himself in the face of Jun Wuhao.

Unless she lost the ability to protect herself.

"Where does it hurt? Is it hurt?"

Jun Mo Yan asked hurriedly.

He didn't see any wounds on her body when he first showered her.

"it hurts……"

Wen Xiaoai's voice became weaker and weaker, and his forehead was densely covered with cold sweat.

There was a buzzing in my ears, and I couldn't hear what Jun Moyan said clearly.

"Don't be afraid, I'll call the drunkard over."

Jun Moyan quickly took out his cell phone and hurriedly dialed the drunkard's number.

Soon, the drunkard came up with the medicine box.

"Where is it hurt?"

The drunkard asked.

"There is no wound on her body. She keeps crying out of pain, possibly internal injuries."

"Internal injury? You put her on the bed first."

Jun Moyan carefully put Wen Xiaoai on the bed.

But Wen Xiaoai's little hand holding his clothes refused to let go, so Jun Moyan bent over and let her hold it.

The drunkard first took Wen Xiaoai's pulse, and when she saw her pulse condition was chaotic, she knew her condition was not so good.

Reaching out to lift the thin quilt wrapped around Wen Xiaoai a little, and want to lift the bath towel wrapped around her, Jun Moyan grabbed his hand and asked calmly.

"what are you doing."

"Check."

"If you dare to look at her, I dug your eyes."

"..." The drunkard was frightened by Jun Moyan's eyes, and happily withdrew his hand.

Xindao you don't let me check, how do I know what is going on with her.

The drunkard said in embarrassment, "Sorry, I forgot that she was a woman."

This is not false. He has always been surrounded by men. There are no girls in the whole Wuyuan. Everyone is a buddy, and he forgot the difference between men and women.

And in the eyes of their doctors, there are no men and women, only organs.

The drunkard could only take out his stethoscope, and listened for a while through the bath towel.

His brows were frowned, his expression dignified.

Can't help but look up at Wen Xiaoai who is pale.

It is the meridians that hurt again.

What happened to her.

The situation turned out to be a bit similar to the situation at that time.

It's just that the two situations are quite different. Although it's not as serious as Ge Zi's back then, hers is even more dangerous.

"How's it going?" Jun Moyan saw the drunkard's face look ugly, and his heart clenched fiercely.

"The situation is very serious. Most of the meridians in her body are broken, and her pulse is extremely chaotic, and the situation is getting worse."

Wen Xiaoai's situation is complicated, and it is not clear in a few words. He can only briefly explain the general situation.

"Can it be cured?"

Jun Moyan looked at Wen Xiaoai's painful state, and his emotions were a little out of control again.

"I..." The drunkard hesitated to speak and stopped, very embarrassed.