C135 Medicinal Bath

Zhang Zheng stepped forward and held Bai Hui's pulse with his hand. Carefully feeling the pulse, Zhang Zheng's brows were locked tightly together and his expression was grave.

"Young Master Zhang, how is it?" Bai Yunfei looked at Zhang Zheng, who was frowning, and asked nervously.

"Cough cough, little friend Zhang, if you have no other way, then don't force yourself!" Bai Hui coughed and said