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Chapter 436: Jun Moyan, It Hurts So Much

Chapter 436: Chapter 436: Jun Moyan, It Hurts So Much

He sat down by the bed and didn’t lay Wen Xiao’ai down, just held her like that.

He pulled the thin blanket from the bed and wrapped it around Wen Xiao’ai.

Wen Xiao’ai’s little hands clutched at Jun Moyan’s clothes, her eyebrows knitted together, her face pained, and tears welling up at the corners of her eyes every now and then.

"Jun Moyan, it hurts so much..."

Wen Xiao’ai’s head felt heavy and dull, she sweated cold sweat from the pain, and the energy from Jun Moyan’s body had weakened to the point where there wasn’t a noticeable healing effect.

Even so, she didn’t dare to close her eyes; only by seeing Jun Moyan would she not feel afraid.

"What’s wrong?"

Hearing Wen Xiao’ai cry out in pain, Jun Moyan loosened his arms around her a bit and looked down at her in his embrace.

But he saw Wen Xiao’ai’s little face frighteningly pale, drifting in and out of consciousness, looking extremely pained, as if enduring some kind of harsh torture.

Previously, due to his emotional turmoil, Jun Moyan had hardly paid any extra attention to Wen Xiao’ai, assuming she was just frightened.

But he had overlooked the fact that Wen Xiao’ai was a demon; facing Jun Wuyang, how could she lack the ability to protect herself?

Unless she had lost that ability.

"Where does it hurt? Are you injured?"

Jun Moyan anxiously inquired.

When he bathed her just before, he did not see any wounds on her body.

"It hurts so much..."

Wen Xiao’ai’s voice became weaker and her forehead was covered with dense cold sweat.

A buzzing noise filled her ears, obscuring Jun Moyan’s words.

"Don’t be afraid, I will call the Drunkard immediately."

Jun Moyan hurriedly took out his phone, fumbling to dial the Drunkard’s number.

Soon after, the Drunkard arrived carrying a medical kit.

"Where is the injury?"

The Drunkard asked.

"There are no injuries on the body, she keeps crying out in pain, it might be internal damage."

"Internal damage? Lay her on the bed first."

Jun Moyan carefully placed Wen Xiao’ai on the bed.

But Wen Xiao’ai’s hand, clinging to his clothes, would not let go, so Jun Moyan bent over, letting her hold on.

The Drunkard first checked Wen Xiao’ai’s pulse and, seeing that it was chaotic, knew the situation was not good.

He lifted a little of the thin blanket covering Wen Xiao’ai and went to lift the bath towel wrapped around her, but Jun Moyan grabbed his hand and asked with an icy face and a cold voice.

"What are you doing?"

"Checking."

"If you dare to look at her, I’ll gouge out your eyes."

"..." The Drunkard was frightened by Jun Moyan’s glare and meekly withdrew his hand.

He thought to himself, if you don’t let me check, how can I know her condition.

Somewhat embarrassed, the Drunkard said, "Sorry, I forgot she was a woman."

And indeed, that wasn’t false; he was always around men, and it was hard to find a few girls in Wu Garden. He saw everyone as a buddy and had forgotten the difference between men and women.

Besides, in their eyes as doctors, there were no men or women, only organs.

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

His brow furrowed and his expression turned serious.

He couldn’t help but look up at Wen Xiao’ai, whose face was pale.

The damage was to the meridians again.

What had happened to her?

The situation was somewhat similar to Brother Xie’s at the time.

Although the two situations were very different, and not as severe as it was with Brother Xie, her condition was indeed more dangerous.

"How is she?" Jun Moyan saw the Drunkard’s troubled face and his heart tightened sharply.

"The situation is very serious. Most of her internal meridians are broken, her pulse is extremely chaotic, and the condition continues to worsen."

Wen Xiao’ai’s situation was complex and couldn’t be explained in just a few words; he could only summarize the general situation briefly.

"Can she be cured?"

Jun Moyan looked at Wen Xiao’ai, struggling with the pain, and once again lost some control over his emotions.

"I..." The Drunkard hesitated, clearly troubled.