Ji Hanxuan was whipped, and was carried back to his small courtyard covered in blood.

He was lying on the bed in a cold sweat, surrounded by a family doctor waiting to clean his wounds.

Dr. Liang took a breath of cold air when he saw the maid helping him carefully take off his blood-stained shirt.

Ji Hanxuan's back was full of barbed whips, and the long traces of the flesh and blood that had been pumped flew up.

Where has he suffered such a sin since he was a child, screaming in pain, irritable and wanting to curse.

Doctor Liang squatted down beside him to clean his wounds, "Third Young Master, it may hurt a little, you bear with it." ”

Ji Hanxuan lay on the bed with his head slumped, gritted his teeth and said, "It's okay, Doctor Liang, just treat it, I can't die."

Dr. Liang used medical tweezers to clip a cotton ball to clean Ji Hanyu's wound, and as soon as the alcohol touched his wound, he screamed in pain.

Dr. Liang hurriedly stopped his hand and did not dare to touch him again.

"Third Young Master, are you okay......"

Throughout the afternoon, the servants in Ji Hanhai's small courtyard spent their lives in fear amid his screams of ghosts and wolves......

After Dr. Liang treated his injuries, he almost collapsed.

Ji Hanyu was lying on the bed, his hair soaked.

Assistant Jiang Shaohui came in and wrung a towel for him to help him wipe his face.

"Third Young Master, are you okay?"

Ji Hanxuan took it, wiped his face casually, and threw the towel out.

He asked with a cold look in his eyes, "Shaohui, what's going on?"

"Why did Zhao Hui first say that the piece of Panlong Jade was with Ji Hanchen, but then it appeared in my study?"

"Who the hell is he, did Ji Hanchen let him do this?"

Jiang Shaohui hurriedly said: "President, I have asked the servant in the dark room for you about this matter, Zhao Hui said that he originally just wanted to frame Ji Hanchen and make meritorious contributions to you."

"As for why that dragon treasure jade came to you again, he really doesn't know."

"However, you should give the maid over there a little hush money when you go back, after all, they helped conceal Zhao Hui's words, and the old man will be a little less angry."

Ji Hanxuan understood what he meant, "I know, I will ask the housekeeper to do this when I go back." ”

Jiang Shaohui guessed again: "Could it be that there are other people involved here?"

"Or is there an inner ghost on our side?"

Ji Hanxuan gritted his teeth, grabbed the lamp at the head of the bed and smashed it out.

"Check, you must check it out for me!"

Jiang Shaohui immediately lowered his head and said, "Yes, I will investigate this matter as soon as possible."

Jiang Shaohui stretched out his hand to help him straighten the pillow and said, "Third Young Master, you can recuperate from your injuries in peace in the past few days, and leave the rest to me to do, just tell me anything."

Ji Hanxuan's expression was fierce, his eyes were blood-red, and his hair was sticking to his face as if he had just been washed, how hideous and hideous it was, how embarrassed and embarrassed it was.

He punched the pillow hard, supported by the anger in his heart, and just wanted to get up and pulled the wound, he fell back with a "hiss~" sound.

Ji Hanxuan fell down and buried his head in the pillow.

Jiang Shaohui saw that he was quiet, so he quietly retreated.

Ji Hanxuan's disgrace in front of others doesn't matter.

Hateful.

As soon as he finished saying those words to Lin Siyue, he was immediately slapped in the face, and he was simply embarrassed.

The need for money for him to arrange these things today is only one of them.

What's more, he couldn't accept it, so Lin Siyue went to Ji Hanchen's side.