Earlier, Lin Fang had examined herself, and Jiang Hao was now looking at her expression with a face full of urgency, desperately wanting to make an immediate judgment on whether there was any invisible wound under there.
Although he hadn't felt any pain, he knew that Chen Xiaolong was considered a Divine Doctor by the locals and might have unique methods of accomplishing this secretly.
Seeing Lin Fang's furrowed brow, Jiang Hao completely panicked.
"Fang, what's the matter? Why aren't you talking? It's really driving me crazy."
"It's not that, Jiang," Lin Fang replied. "I checked carefully just now and found no hidden wounds on your thing."
"What, no wounds? That's really strange. If there's no wound, why does my thing look as limp as a dead bird, showing no reaction at all?"
Lin Fang's brow furrowed once again.
"I don't know about that, but I've thoroughly checked your thing and indeed it's not injured."
"Dammit, so it's like that, not injured."
