The man slightly closed his eyes, hiding the helplessness and sorrow within them.
A moment later, he opened his eyes as if he had thought of something infuriating, and a murderous intent colored the depths of his gaze.
He looked towards Ye Yin and asked coldly, "Where’s Jun Wuyang?"
"He was taken away by someone named Shangguan Yu."
"Jun! Wu! Yang!" The man gritted his teeth, coldly uttering each syllable.
The military doctor let out a breath and sat down on a chair nearby.
"How is he doing?" The adjutant glanced at Jun Wuyang, who had been knocked out by Shangguan Yu’s punch and still hadn’t woken up.
"Very lucky, his ribs are broken again." The military doctor spoke with a look of utter desolation.
"Aren’t you going to treat him?"
"Treat what, with his current condition he can’t even undergo surgery," the military doctor said, pulling out his phone to check the time.
"There are three hours left until dawn, and the Third Young Master Jun is supposed to come pick him up. I guarantee he won’t die on me in these few hours. Although I am a doctor and it’s my duty to save the injured, I really don’t want to save such scum who dares to touch his own brother’s woman."
"That’s also true, so let’s just leave him be then. Thanks for your hard work." The adjutant sat down beside him, obeying Shangguan Yu’s orders, keeping watch over Jun Wuyang.
The two sat down and chatted casually.
With a bang, the door of the medical room suddenly closed on its own, mysteriously.
Both men instinctively looked towards the door, but before their gaze could reach it, they both slumped over and fell.
The other doctors and nurses on duty in the medical room also collapsed inexplicably.
Then two black figures appeared out of nowhere inside the medical room.
The man placed one hand behind him out of habit, his eyes brimming with murderous aura and coldness as he looked at the half-dead Jun Wuyang on the bed.
With a wave of his hand.
Jun Wuyang, who had been unconscious, slowly opened his eyes, forcibly awakened by him.
The intense pain throughout his body gradually brought Jun Wuyang’s mind into clearer focus. Googlᴇ search NoveIＦire.net
Looking at the unfamiliar place, Jun Wuyang’s mind was muddled, his reaction somewhat slow.
It seemed like he just heard Shangguan Yu’s voice...
And apparently, he had been hit by Shangguan Yu...
Jun Wuyang stared at the ceiling, piecing together the events from a few hours ago in his mind.
Feeling someone beside him, Jun Wuyang laboriously turned his head and looked towards the side of the bed.
When he saw the two people standing beside the bed, Jun Wuyang was stunned.
His already chaotic mind became even more confused.
Dressed in ancient attire, hair tied in a crown, and shoulders adorned with black crow feathers, Ye Yin made the half-dead Jun Wuyang, who had just had a brush with death, wonder if he had ended up in hell.
He shifted his eyes slightly, looking to the side.
However, when he saw the man standing beside Ye Yin, his eyes widened sharply, his pupils constricting violently, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
He even wanted to speak excitedly, but the movement pulled at the wounds in his mouth, causing him such pain that tears came to his eyes, and a burst of blood filled his mouth instantaneously.
Veins bulged out fiercely on his forehead, the pain nearly suffocating him.
"You dare covet and touch what belongs to me, seeking death."
The man’s icy voice rang out, and he suddenly extended his hand, a hand formed of dark energy lashing towards the bedridden Jun Wuyang.
Before Jun Wuyang could react, he was lifted by the dark energy hand into the air, suspended.
Jun Wuyang had no strength left to struggle, his eyes fixed downwards, watching the man standing on the ground.