"Don't go, let Tang Ze go in." He winked at Tang Ze and pulled Lu Jingyu to his side.
Tang Ze nodded and entered the room warily.
As soon as he entered the door, something flew towards him in the darkness. Tangze avoided it with keen eyesight, and another roar came from the depths of the room: "Get out!"
The item flew to the door and landed heavily on the ground, rolling twice.
Fortunately, Lu Jingyu was not allowed to go in alone.
Bao Sihan couldn't help but think that Lu Jingyu was not as good as Tang Ze.
Tang Ze paid attention to the direction of the sound and found the right opportunity to rush towards Lu Xijue's position. He raised his hand and struck a blow, landing directly on Lu Xijue's shoulder. He intended to distract people's attention and took the opportunity to grab Lu Xijue's waving arm.
Press hard on the bed, move quickly, neatly and cleanly.
"Okay!" Tang Ze shouted, feeling something sticky in his hands, and then he smelled a hint of blood.
After Lu Jingyu heard the shouting, he hurried in. As soon as he turned on the light, a mess appeared in front of him, like a tragic battlefield.
Her gaze didn't linger for long before she placed her eyes on the big bed. Lu Xijue was struggling haggardly, with bloodshot eyes all over his eyes. The wound on his forehead was bleeding out horribly, and it slid down the bridge of his nose and cheeks.
The originally handsome facial features were distorted like an evil ghost at this moment, and with the dazzling red color, it suddenly appeared a bit scary.
The wound on his forehead gradually swelled, there was an obvious bulge here, and his eyes gradually became distracted.
Lu Jingyu looked serious and approached the bed. She did not expect that Lu Xijue's symptoms would be so serious.
When Tang Ze saw her coming, his men probably felt that struggling was of no use, so they stopped moving. Only then did Tang Ze let go of his hand and let Lu Jingyu come to check.
As soon as Lu Jingyu's face fell into Xi Jue's sight, his expression became ferocious again. Tang Ze could only hold down one side of his body, otherwise it would hinder her inspection.
"Han Fei, come and help, restrain him."
"Okay." Han Fei also came over and held Lu Xijue's other side.
Lu Jingyu took out the acupuncture bag she kept with her from her bag, took out one stick, and inserted it into an acupuncture point hard and fast.
The next second, Xi Jue, who was still restless, lost consciousness.
She took advantage of this moment to squat beside the bed, put her hand on Lu Xijue's wrist, and felt his pulse.
His pulse was very messy, and Lu Xijue should be in a coma at this time, but his face still looked very painful?
She squeezed her eyebrows together and stared closely at the face that looked like she had suffered great pain.
Lu Jingyu's face gradually became serious, and her eyes became more serious. She probably guessed something, so she took out a pill.
"Tang Ze, feed him this medicine first."
She ordered, watching Lu Xijue being fed pills, then taking out a silver needle and pricking another acupuncture point.
Soon, Lu Xijue woke up leisurely. He opened his eyes with great effort, and the chaos in his mind calmed down for a moment.
He saw several people standing beside the bed. Lu Beichen looked worried, while Bao Sihan, whom he met, looked calm.
Recently, Lu Jingyu looked calm and serious. She looked at him and asked, "How long have you had this symptom?"
Lu Xijue was stunned, his brows were furrowed, and he was full of resistance, as if he didn't want her to meddle in other people's business. The two men beside the bed held him down and struggled dissatisfiedly: "Let me go..."
His voice was hoarse, and Tang Ze and the two naturally did not let go. Who knew whether he would go berserk again in the next second.