Chapter 1587

The house is not grand, but the carvings on the Zhumen are ancient and elegant. A plaque made of gold powder reflects the brilliant light in the sun.

Before they came forward, they saw a group of people hurried back to the rich brocade villa from another direction.

These people, Zheng Zhongwen and Qi Rongyue, all know each other, and they are the bodyguards around Zhou Jiao.

Zheng Zhongwen immediately turned over and rushed forward to stop them.

When several bodyguards saw Zheng Zhongwen, they all changed their faces? You, how can you -- "

at this time, Zheng Zhongwen has seen Zhou Jiao, who is carried on his back by the bodyguard. Zhou Jiao is in a coma, his chin is full of blood, his face is pale, and he looks like he has suffered severe internal injury.

"What happened to him?" Asked Zheng Zhongwen.

"Prince Zheng, the prince was injured by a strange man in the street," said the bodyguard

Qi Rongyue clasps Zhou Jiao's wrist vein with one hand. Zhou Jiao's hand is very cold, very cold, as if he just crawled out of the ice pool, which is very abnormal, "who hurt him? Where's Wener? "

The bodyguard hurriedly said: "it's a strange man. He robbed the princess and the prince tried his best to save her. But the man's skill is so strong that we didn't even get on the side. His prince was seriously injured."

All three changed their faces: "what do you say? Wen'er is robbed? Who did it? " Zheng Zhongwen was so angry that he grabbed the guard's collar.

The bodyguards were helpless. They didn't want this to happen. Now the prince looks like this again. They don't know what to do.

The bodyguard shook his head. "We don't know who that man is."

Wan Kun said angrily, "no reason, how could he steal wen'er? There can't be no reason. "

Seeing that Zhou Jiao's face was getting worse, Qi Rongyue hurriedly said, "take jiao'er in to heal him. He's very hurt. If you don't rescue him, you won't be in a hurry."

The bodyguard quickly kicked the gate open and led the three into the mansion.

The bodyguard laid Zhou Jiao flat on his bed, and WAN Kun pushed him forward. He clasped Zhou Jiao's wrists and pointed at him with a cold breath. He quickly shrunk his hand: "what skill is this? How could there be such a cold? "

Qi Rongyue shook his head: "I have never seen it before. It's very powerful. It's not an ordinary expert."

Several bodyguards of the Zhou Dynasty also knew that Qi Rongyue and WAN Kun were divine doctors. Even they said such words, did the prince's highness have no help?

Several bodyguards knelt down one after another and kowtowed to Qi Rongyue: "princess, please look at the prince for the sake of calling you Shifu, help him."

Qi Rongyue said, "you don't have to say that I will save him, you all go out, Kuner stay."

Wan Kun knows what Qi Rongyue is going to do. Now if he wants to save Zhou Jiao, the only way is to do acupuncture for him and force out the cold in his body.

This is a very long process. People know fatigue and know fatigue, but in the process of acupuncture, it must not be interrupted. Otherwise, the cold will reverse and retrograde, destroy the meridians in his body, and cause internal injuries that cannot be recovered.

So Qi Rongyue let him stay. When necessary, they changed hands alternately, and the success was greater.

Dissolving the moon, Wan Kun said, "kun'er, I know you blame him, and I don't blame him. But he is Zhou Jiao, a brother who grew up with you, and a kid I brought up with me. No matter what mistakes he made, we should give him a chance to change, right?"

Wan Kun sighed: "I understand, I understand."