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As soon as Fu Hanwen arrived, Du Jingcheng finally felt some relief from the pressure he'd been under for days.
"Big Brother Du, let Ruoruo take a look at you first." Fu Hanwen didn't promise him anything; he only hoped Du Jingcheng would recover quickly.
"General Du, let me feel your pulse first." Xiao Ruo nodded to Du Jingcheng and then sat on a wooden stool that Fu Hanwen brought over.
"Thank you." Du Jingcheng placed his hand on the armrest of the low couch.
A moment later, Xiao Ruo furrowed his brow and said, "General Du, may I look at your wound?"
"Of course." Du Jingcheng's wound was on his arm, and he took off his outerwear, rolled up the sleeve of his undershirt, revealing a not very long, already scabbed scar to Xiao Ruo's eyes.
Xiao Ruo examined the wound, furrowing his brow even tighter.
"How is it?" Fu Hanwen asked.
Xiao Ruo considered for a moment, before saying to Du Jingcheng, "The wound has already scabbed, so I can't identify the poison, unless..."
