"You were wounded this badly too? Who did it?" Lu Sheng lifted the white sheet covering Zheng Huan. His pupils contracted slightly.
Zheng Huan could no longer answer him.
His chest had practically been beaten into a sieve, filled with densely packed holes. They looked like needle punctures.
His heart was fine, apparently protected with all his strength and spared any fatal injury.
But the joints in all four limbs had been forcibly crushed by some immense force.
And his internal organs—Lu Sheng could tell at a glance that at least four of Zheng Huan's organs were slowly bleeding.
His index finger suddenly became a blur as he rapidly tapped Zheng Huan dozens of times.
"Freeze!"
With a low shout, Lu Sheng grabbed the bandages on Zheng Huan's chest and tossed him upward.
Whoosh! Zheng Huan's entire body spun at high speed, hovering in midair.
Lu Sheng's fingers flashed like lightning as they continuously tapped over his body. In barely a dozen seconds, he had struck several hundred points.
Bang! Zheng Huan fell back onto the hospital bed. Under the terrified gazes of those around him, he suddenly spat out a huge mouthful of dark red congealed blood.
"The bleeding in your organs has stopped, and the displaced bones have been set. The tissue in your chest needs time to regrow and heal. It will take at least two days to recover. Now tell me—who did this?" Lu Sheng asked again, his expression calm.
Zheng Huan opened his mouth with an ah, drew in a deep breath like a fish on the verge of death.
"Horus... Horus's people." His voice did not spread outward. Instead, mind power concentrated it and delivered it directly into Lu Sheng's ear.
"Horus..." Lu Sheng naturally knew what Horus was. After subduing Zheng Huan, he