Chapter 153: The Shadow of Death (4)
Looking at Zhao Ziheng and Zhou Yan again, it is unknown since when, Zhao Ziheng, who was able to suppress Zhou Yan at first, became a little passive. On the contrary, Zhou Yan became more and more courageous. Zhao Ziheng's breathing has become disordered, but Zhou Yan is still very stable, as if he has not been affected .
"Tell me, has the emperor ever had an attack before?" Wang Ye asked Wu Yao while looking at Zhao Ziheng directly.
"Yes, my Lord. "
It was just an extremely simple answer, but Wang Ye's expression immediately changed , with a serious look in his eyes.
"Is the emperor in very bad condition?" Wu Yao asked hurriedly when he saw Wang Ye's expression become serious for a rare time.
Wang Ye did not respond, but just looked at Zhao Ziheng without blinking. Of course, he could see that Zhao Ziheng's physical strength was gradually depleting. He also knew that although Zhao Ziheng had the advantage in moves, he was not as good as Zhou Yan in physical strength. In addition, he had some concerns, so Zhao Ziheng would get into trouble sooner or later. Thinking of this, Wang Ye couldn't help but worry, but at the same time he could sense that Zhao Ziheng did not want anyone to intervene between them. Even if Zhou Yan's situation was special at the moment, he did not want anyone to intervene in their fight. Perhaps for Zhao Ziheng, Zhou Yan's situation was more suitable.
"Doctor Wang!"
Suddenly, Shan Zhen's voice woke Wang Ye up from his thoughts. Wang Ye subconsciously turned to Shan Zhen. Without saying a word, his eyes were filled with inquiry.
Shan Zhen thought for a moment before speaking. "It's like this. Our people haven't arrived yet. Could you please treat our emperor?"
If possible, Shan Zhen didn't want to trouble others at this time, especially Wang Ye. After all, he owed him a lot of favors. But he was helpless at the moment. Zhou Cheng's injuries were extremely serious and he was almost in a semi-comatose state, so Shan Zhen had to lower his head again and ask Wang Ye for help.
Wang Ye did not react to Shan Zhen's behavior. He just hesitated for a moment and walked forward, bent down and began to check Zhou Cheng's injuries, saying: "... There are Qimen Dunjia techniques everywhere here, it's not so easy to get here."
Shan Zhen finally understood why no one came after the signal was sent out for such a long time. Although he knew the battle formation very well, he was not very good when it came to the art of Qimen Dunjia.
Inspecting Zhou Cheng's injuries, Wang Ye frowned slightly. At first, he came to inspect Zhou Cheng's injuries with the intention of simply treating him. Unexpectedly, he didn't know until he saw it. He was very surprised after seeing it. He couldn't help but look back at the two people who were fighting, as if he understood something; looking at Zhao Ziheng who was fighting with Zhou Yan equally, Wang Ye's lips raised an unknown arc, he couldn't tell what he felt, and there was an inexplicable bitterness in the depths of his eyes; slowly half-closed his eyes and continued to stare, Wang Ye felt that his vision seemed a little blurred, so that he could not see Zhao Ziheng's figure clearly.
Zhou Cheng took in all of Wang Ye's expressions, but did not say anything. Obviously, he had noticed it, and it should be said that he had experienced it much more clearly than Wang Ye. However, he did not understand the bitterness in Wang Ye's eyes. All he could guess was that it must be because of Zhao Ziheng, so he also looked towards the two people who were fighting.
Wu Yao was the only one who frowned at the result of the two men fighting each other. He seemed to be very puzzled by the situation . He didn't know Zhou Yan, but he knew Zhao Ziheng very well after spending so much time with him. At first, Zhao Ziheng was evenly matched with the other party because he had some concerns, but now? Wu Yao couldn't believe his eyes, but he soon found the problem.
Just as Wu Yao couldn't help but inadvertently move his feet forward, Wang Ye's voice sounded behind him: "What do you want to do?"
Even though Wu Yao did not notice his own behavior, he could hear that the words were spoken to him. He subconsciously stopped and slowly turned his head to look at Wang Ye. He believed that Wang Ye could not have failed to notice it, so he wanted to know what Wang Ye was thinking?
But Wang Ye was concentrating on healing Zhou Cheng's injuries and completely ignored Wu Yao's inquiring look. Indeed, Wang Ye was not unaware of Zhao Ziheng's situation. It should be said that he knew it better than anyone else , and he knew what Zhao Ziheng was thinking at the moment. He also knew Wu Yao's mood. Despite this, Wang Ye could not easily make any decision or choice, because the choice was only up to Zhao Ziheng himself, and no one else was qualified to interfere.
Perhaps after Wang Ye's treatment, Zhou Cheng gradually felt that his strength had recovered a little. Of course, he couldn't move too much. After all, in addition to his serious injuries, he had also lost a lot of blood.
After finishing the treatment, Zhou Cheng said calmly: "Thank you!"
"You're welcome. Apart from excessive bleeding, there is no danger to your life. Remember not to move too violently to prevent the wound from splitting. Even if there is no fatal injury, excessive bleeding can still kill you." Wang Ye's tone was unpredictable. After explaining, he took out a small bottle from his arms, poured out a pill and handed it to Zhou Cheng, saying: "Take this, and you can move freely for a short time."
Zhou Cheng took the pill, looked at it, and swallowed it after hesitating for a moment. It was not that he doubted Wang Ye's ability. To be honest, he just didn't want to believe that a small pill could have such a great effect. But since Wang Ye said so, he had no reason to doubt it. It was better than being unable to stand up as he was now. In other words, it was better to have hope than no hope. At least he knew that he could not fall down now, let alone become a burden.
