Before He Chenyang could continue, Xiao Jinyi burst through the window and kicked his wrist, knocking the dagger from his hand.
Then he swung his scabbard into He Chenyang's face. The blow left He Chenyang dazed, and he staggered backward.
Song Zhuoyang seized the chance to pull the unconscious Jiang Miaokong away. Holding him in his arms, he called anxiously, "Miaokong, Miaokong, wake up!"
When nothing he did could wake him, Song Zhuoyang turned his bloodshot eyes toward He Chenyang, whom Xiao Jinyi was holding down. "What did you do to Miaokong? Why won't he wake up?"
He Chenyang laughed gleefully at his anxious expression. "Hahahaha!"
The sight infuriated Song Zhuoyang, and he was about to go over and punch him when Shen Shixu walked in. Shen Shixu scooped a dipper of cold water from the water vat and dipped his other hand into it.
Then he pulled his hand out and flicked water onto Jiang Miaokong's face. After he repeated this several times, Jiang Miaokong's expression began to change.
Seeing him respond, Song Zhuoyang forgot about confronting He Chenyang and hurried back to hold him again.
"Will he be all right now? Should I take him to a doctor right away?"
Watching the anxious Song Zhuoyang, Shen Shixu calmly pressed a hand downward. "Don't worry. It's just an ordinary sedative. If you're still worried, my apprentices should be bringing a doctor here shortly."
Hearing that Jiang Miaokong was in no danger, Song Zhuoyang let out a long breath of relief. His arms, however, remained wrapped so tightly around Jiang Miaokong that he squeezed him awake.
Before Jiang Miaokong even opened his eyes, he mumbled, "It hurts!"
Hearing his voice, Song Zhuoyang asked nervously, "Where does it hurt?"
Shen Shixu thought the man was acting like an idiot. He smacked