Nanjing hurriedly entered the courtyard with the cold moon, and when he saw Ye Junchen, he hurriedly made a move, and without saying a word, he went directly into the room.

Ye Junchen and the others naturally followed closely.

Nan Jing looked at Eleven's bloodless face, secretly startled, and hurriedly stepped forward to check the pulse, his good-looking brows gradually wrinkled, and his face gradually darkened.

"How?" Hanxing asked aloud.

Nanjing's head looked up and shook her head softly.

"The knife wound on the chest already hurt the heart, it is a miracle to be alive, but now the injury is even worse, it has hurt the lungs, if the eleventh girl can survive tonight, there are only three days left to live."

Han Xing thought that this woman had used some kind of bitter trick, and the ordinary doctor couldn't see the clue at all, but he didn't expect Nan Daren to say the same, after all, from treating Liu Dayuan and others, to checking the scene at the inn, to saving Nan girl, there was no sign that she had been injured at all.

Why did this turn out?

When Ye Junchen heard this, he squinted slightly, and his deep black eyes were like an abyss that could devour souls, and he couldn't reach the end.

The fists under the sleeves are clenched, the knuckles are white, and the green tendons are raised.

"Han Xing, please Jiang Lao."

Han Yue and Nan Jing looked at the back of Han Xing leaving, looking puzzled.

The former naturally didn't dare to ask, so Nanjing naturally asked out loud.

"My lord, our Dali Temple has never been in contact with the Jiang family, not to mention that Jiang Xiangguo supports the princelings, why did he invite him over? What's more, there are now three more. ”

Ye Junchen didn't make a sound, walked to the side of the bed, and gently wiped the dense sweat on Eleven's forehead with his sleeve, his eyes were full of tenderness that could not be dissolved.

When Nan Jing saw this scene, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Is this the rhythm of the thousand-year-old iron tree to bloom?

His gaze naturally fell on Eleven's body, and he sighed secretly, the adult was finally moved, but ......

In less than half an hour, Han Xing took Jiang Xiaotian into the house, and as soon as Jiang Xiaotian entered the house, he saw the pale little woman on the bed, her face changed suddenly, she strode forward, and looked at the pale and colorless Eleven, whose breath seemed to be nothing, and her eyes suddenly moistened.

"Niannian, open your eyes and see, I'm grandpa."

Jiang Xiaotian's words shocked both Hanyue and Nanjing, although they quickly hid their emotions, their hearts were still overturned, and they couldn't calm down for a long time.

"What the hell is going on? When the old man came, he was fine, so it became like this? Jiang Xiaotian looked at the unconscious Eleven, frowned, and roared in a low voice, "Lord Night, should you give the old man an explanation?!" ”

When Hanyue Hanxing heard this, his face suddenly turned black, and he stared at Jiang Xiaotian deadly.

"People are old, and they don't seem to have a good memory." Ye Junchen's voice was soft, and he couldn't hear any emotion, "Old Jiang, why did Miss Jiang become like this, shouldn't she ask you and the Jiang family?" ”

Ye Junchen quickly walked to the side of the bed, lifted the quilt on Eleven's body, and although his chest was drugged, he could see that the blood was constantly soaking his clothes.

"Turn around."

Ye Junchen's order, Han Xing Han Yue and Nan Jing turned their backs to the side of the bed, and without waiting for Jiang Xiaotian's reaction, he gave a hula and tore open the eleven collars, revealing snow-white skin, revealing the wound that had just been medicated.

Jiang Xiaotian is a military general, a person who has been on the battlefield, he can see at a glance that the dagger was done, the wound was extremely deep, hurting the heart, and there were signs of necrosis around the wound, and it was obvious that the dagger that hurt her was poisonous.