Their presence was overwhelming; when they approached, the crowd gathered around Wang Xiaozhu quickly parted to make way for them, allowing them to reach Wang Xiaozhu smoothly and without obstruction.
Wang Xiaozhu struggled and then stopped, looking as if in pain, a face showing he was about to faint.
Jing Xuan crouched down, asking with a voice devoid of emotion and warmth, yet extremely caring: "How do you feel?"
Wang Xiaozhu felt as if his lower body was in such pain that it didn't belong to him anymore, and he couldn't understand why it hurt so much.
Jing Xuan asked him, and in a small voice, mixed with immense pain, he said: "Pain... pain..."
Tang Huai also crouched down, her voice gentle as a lark: "I understand medicine, don't be afraid. Look into my eyes and tell me, where does it hurt?"
Wang Xiaozhu strained to lift his eyelids, looking at Tang Huai, his hands stiffly clutching his prized possession: "Here... it hurts a lot here..."
