His face was as pale as paper, and even his voice was weak.
After Chu Heng had him brought over like a dead dog, the doctor who had been with the group stepped forward to take his pulse.
"You... what are you doing?" Heshan felt uneasy because Chu Heng was not following the plan.
He glared at him warily, unwilling to let the doctor feel his pulse.
He was directly pressed on his acupoint, his body went numb, and he lost all strength to resist.
"Sir, it's done." The doctor nodded to Chu Heng, then stepped back at his signal.
Only then did Chu Heng feed him a bowl of water.
The moment Heshan smelled the medicine, he sensed something was wrong and struggled, not wanting to drink it.
But Chu Heng gave him no chance to struggle, forcibly pinching his face.
No matter how skilled Heshan was in medicine, he had no martial skills, and exhausted from being tormented for so long, he had no strength left to resist now he was being restrained.
