A minute after, the doctor finally arrived.
"What happened to him?" the doctor asked the instant he entered the room.
"He was kidnapped," Haoran replied as he gripped Zixuan's hand. "When I got there his face was covered up with a black bag."
He lifted his arm, seeing the whip marks on Zixuan's skin.
Regret burned in him. He should have been the one to kill that bastard with his own hands.
"Move aside. Let me check him," the doctor ordered.
Haoran hesitated. The physical touch was the reassurance that Zixuan was still here with him. He squeezed Zixuan's hand tighter before he finally released it, forcing himself to step aside so as not to disrupt the treatment.
Tsk.
"Love fool," the doctor scolded.
He leaned over the bed and began his examination. First, he pried open Zixuan's eyelids, flashing a small penlight across each pupil to check his responsiveness. The pupils reacted sluggishly but they weren't fixed, which was a good sign.
