Chapter 312: Potent Medicine

Yang Xun rushed forward, catching the two bodyguards. He dragged them to the ground, then stepped up and pushed open the door to Zhao Hongshan's room.

The room was dimly lit, the curtains tightly drawn. A thick, heavy smell of medicine permeated the air.

Zhao Hongshan lay on the bed, his complexion sallow and his cheekbones jutting out. He was significantly thinner than the last time Yang Xun had seen him. His lips were dry and peeling, his breathing weak yet rapid. The rise and fall of his chest was barely noticeable; he was on his last breath.

Yang Xun quickly walked to the bedside and placed three fingers on Zhao Hongshan's pulse. As soon as his True Qi probed inside, his brows furrowed sharply.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Linglong stood behind him, her voice laced with obvious tension and worry.