Yuqiongyin

Feng Chenning's sword skills are as smooth as flowing water. When he is strong, he seems to have the power to penetrate the clouds and mist, and when he is agile, he is like a snake playing with its shadow.

But just as she used a fierce "Wind-Breaking Stab" and the tip of the sword was about to touch Feng Li's throat, Feng Chenning's face suddenly changed.

A strong feeling of dizziness came over Feng Chenning like a surging tide. Feng Chenning staggered and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang".

The face that was originally rosy, translucent and full of heroic spirit suddenly lost its color and turned pale.

Beads of sweat the size of beans oozed out from her forehead, slid down her temples, and wet her clothes.

Her chest felt as if it was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, causing unbearable pain. Every difficult breath seemed to be tugging at her lungs, trying to tear her heart and lungs apart.

Feng Chenning felt dizzy, his legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

My vision began to blur, and everything in the training ground seemed to be covered by a thick layer of fog.

The guards around were horrified upon seeing this and gathered around.

"Saint?! What happened?"

The most anxious guard, Jin Min, had red eyes and anxiously supported Feng Chenning's shaky body.

Feng Chenning endured the pain and wanted to speak to comfort everyone, but when he opened his mouth, his throat was dry and he could only make a few hoarse sounds.

In a trance, Feng Chenning saw a man running towards her with a serious face. Although she couldn't see his appearance clearly, she felt that the man's face must be full of worry at the moment.

She vaguely felt the man reaching out to touch her pulse, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and after a moment he said in a deep voice:

"The pulse is disordered and the breath is weak. You need medical attention immediately!"

Feng Chenning shook his head and said softly: "It's useless..."

After she finished speaking, her eyes went dark and she passed out completely.

The man quickly picked up Feng Chenning and ran towards his residence.

He could feel Feng Chenning's body trembling slightly in his arms, and a tear slipped from the corner of her eye and disappeared into her hair.

Feng Chenning was unconscious for two days and two nights.

When she slowly woke up, she felt weak all over and her head was dizzy.

Beside the bed, guard Kon Satoshi was dozing off with tears still lingering in the corners of his eyes.

Seeing Feng Chenning wake up, Jin Min sat up straight with a "whoosh", and his eyes instantly turned red again.

"Saint, that's great, you're okay..."

Jin Min choked up, hurriedly brought a cup of warm water, and helped Feng Chen Ning stand up to drink the water.

After drinking some warm water, Feng Chenning finally recovered a little and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm fine, don't worry."

Not long after, a burst of hurried footsteps was heard coming from afar, and then a tall and slender figure broke into Feng Chenning's field of vision.

It was Rong Yunjie. He was wearing a neat white coat, and the loose hem swayed with his quick steps.

The white coat perfectly sets off his handsome figure. His eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses are deep and bright, revealing his professionalism and calm temperament.

In his right hand he held steadily an exquisite small medical box, which was silver-gray in color, and the metal shell reflected a cold and hard luster under the light.

Although his steps were hurried at the moment, he still looked elegant and calm.

In the blink of an eye, he walked straight to the bedside, his eyes instantly locked on Feng Chenning's bloodless face, his brows slightly wrinkled, and a trace of heartache flashed in his eyes.