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While Gu Huajing squatted down to check Feng Rong's pulse, she touched his pitifully thin arm. It was as if a layer of skin was hanging on his bones, shocking everyone who saw it.

However, what was even more shocking was Feng Rongwei's invisible pulse.

From Gu Huajing's sleeve slipped out a pocket-sized needle bag. From the moment she left the capital