It shouldn't be.

Nan Yan knocked on the door again, but still no one opened the door.

Somehow, she felt uneasy in her heart, and she pushed open the door.

In the room, the man was lying quietly on the bed.

His handsome side face is even more dazzling under the moonlight, and he is as noble as a god.

However, the man at this moment had cold sweat dripping from his forehead. He frowned tightly and his handsome face was as pale as paper, which made Nan Yan's heart suddenly tighten.

"Jun Juechen!"

She quickly walked into the room, squatted in front of Jun Juechen, and placed her hand on his pulse.

Although Jun Juechen suffered from insomnia before, she had treated Jun Juechen before, so she naturally knew that this man had always been in good health.

Even after not sleeping for several days, his pulse beat very strongly.

But why did his body become so weak in just a few months?

Even the pulse flickered in and out, as if it would stop beating the next moment.

Nan Yan panicked. She had always regarded Jun Juechen as a scourge. She always felt that this scourge would last for thousands of years. She never thought that one day, the vitality of this scourge would gradually disappear.

Yes, Nan Yan clearly felt that Jun Juechen's vitality was gradually passing away.

What happened?

Nan Yan seemed to have thought of something, and hurriedly stood up, lifted Jun Juechen's quilt, and untied his belt, revealing the man's fair and strong chest.

She took off the man's clothes little by little, and then she realized that, as Ye Feng said, the man was covered in wounds.

Some have gradually begun to scab, and some are still bleeding.

Even though so much time has passed, his wounds still have not healed.

Nan Yan stretched out her hand tremblingly and touched the wounds on Jun Juechen's body.

Those wounds were too deep and shocking. The bright red wounds seemed to declare to Nanyan what he had experienced...

"Why is it hurt so badly?"

When they talked to her, she didn't realize it was so serious.

Until she saw it with her own eyes, her heart felt as if someone had stabbed her hard with a sword, and the pain was unbearable.

The severe pain made her eyes turn red. She blinked and held back her tears. Then she took out the medicine from the miracle doctor's space and carefully applied it on his wound.

Nan Yan applied it very carefully and gently, for fear of hurting him.

The man on the bed didn't know if he noticed something, but his frown slowly relaxed.

After Nan Yan smeared all the wounds, she turned to look at Jun Juechen. For the first time, she discovered that without the usual tit-for-tat confrontation, the man was so quiet when he was sleeping.

But the breathing was still very weak, so weak that it was almost invisible.

Nan Yan felt sour in her heart: "Jun Juechen, you have to remember that you are a scourge, and scourges must live for thousands of years! Without my permission, I will not let you, a scourge, easily go to the Palace of Hell to harm others."

"I won't let you die."

She didn't know what happened next to make his body become so broken.

But she knew that as long as she didn't want Jun Juechen to die, this scourge would never die.
Chapter completed!