Xia Wanxin didn't care about etiquette anymore and walked in quickly.

The butler's face turned pale. Unexpectedly, the old man fainted when he waited for Xia Wanxin.

Without further ado, he thought about untiing the old man's clothes.

The white shirt was filled with blood on its chest, which was shocking!

Xia Wanxin's face had never been solemn before.

Because she realized that the situation was far worse than she thought.

The shirt was also untied, and finally the complete wound was exposed.

At that moment, even Xia Wanxin paused her breathing.

She looked at the fallen old man Ian with a pale face.

The old man's thin chest seemed to have been dug a blood hole, and there was a bloody wound.

The wound is terrible, like a penetrating wound, dark and thick, as if it is flowing all the time, never ending.

Xia Wanxin found his voice after a while: "Why don't you help grandpa with it!"

The housekeeper had a heartache on his face and a painful tone: "I've looked for it! I've seen several doctors but it's useless. I tried my best to find a way to relieve the bleeding speed, otherwise the old man would have been-"

At this age, if it weren't for those doctors' protection and those breaths, I'm afraid the person would be gone.

Xia Wanxin felt stunned. The doctors that the Ian family could find were definitely not ordinary people. They couldn't even see any good things. They let the wounds get repeated inflammation and ulceration, and they developed to this point.

How painful it is for the old man.

No wonder when Xia Wanting hugged him, he frowned uncontrollably.

How can we endure it so that we can not fall in front of them.

Xia Wanxin's heart was as if it was tightened by an invisible pair of hands.

The housekeeper's mood slowed down and he said earnestly with sobs: "Miss Xia, you depend on you. Please save him no matter what!"

Xia Wanxin bit her lip, answered silently, and suddenly half-kneeled beside the bed.

She had just diagnosed her pulse for the old man.

The pulse is extremely weak and has already appeared in a sagging posture.

There is nothing else but that, and the reason why the wound has been deteriorating cannot be found.

Xia Wanxin's brain began to think wildly, unwilling to reveal any details, and his eyes were placed on the wound again.

The dyed bandage was still open there, and the wound had just been medicine, but it had already dried up and was covered with a new round of blood.

If the old man didn't urge them to go back on the phone.

I'm afraid he will really leave because of excessive blood loss in a few days.

When Xia Wanxin thought of this possibility, her eyes were shaking in panic. She suddenly reached out and her fingertips were covered with blood. She rubbed her fingertips and took them to her front to look.

After seeing this, she saw something was wrong. She suddenly realized something and gritted her teeth and said, "Has the real murderer who hurt grandpa been found?"

Upon hearing this, the butler felt a little embarrassed: "We have locked in the candidate, but... we can't deal with him for the time being."

He sighed heavily, many things touched the whole body, even if they knew who shot the crossbow arrow, in the face of absolute timing and evidence, they could only pretend not to know.

Bai Pu's face became even more ugly and he said calmly, "He applied a secret medicine on the arrow, destroying the blood coagulation function, so he has never been cured. If grandpa wants to get better, he must get the antidote!"

"It means, he poisoned?" The butler's face turned blue and white.

During this period, he has searched various doctors to treat Mr. Ian, but none of them can see any signs of poisoning.

Xia Wanxin shook her head silently and explained slowly: "It's not poison, but a secret medicine. If it is used well, it can also cure people."
Chapter completed!