Yang Chen now looked at the unconscious He Fang, sat down, and gave her a quick glance.
He slightly flipped through her and quickly found the location of He Fang's wound.
The wound was below the chest, a horrifying and exposed cut, still unhealed, and the rotten flesh represented the severity of her injury.
For martial artists, if it were an ordinary injury, True Qi could easily heal the wound. If it could not heal for a long time, or even with ordinary medical treatment, then the symptom would be extraordinary.
"Younger Brother Yang Chen, what exactly is wrong with He Fang's wound? Can you figure it out?" Fu Yueyin asked curiously.
Yang Chen frowned at He Fang's wound and grabbed it. True Qi wrapped around it, and he quickly pinched a faint blue-colored particle out of it.
