Jiang Xinghai's heart tightened, and he quickened his pace.
He knew that time was critical for Cao Can. Every moment of delay could lead to irreversible consequences.
Upon entering the Cao Family compound, Jiang Xinghai was led to Cao Can's room.
When the members of the Cao Family, including Cao Shan, saw Jiang Xinghai and Cao Qing enter, they all dropped to one knee in unison.
Cao Can was only an infant, barely a year old.
He now lay on the bed, his face pale and his breathing faint. He was connected to numerous instruments that constantly monitored his vital signs.
Jiang Xinghai immediately began his treatment, stepping forward to take the child's pulse.
Applying his knowledge of medicine and Martial Arts, he gently pressed on Cao Can's tiny wrist, sensing the faint, erratic pulse.
"Your Cao Family's Innate Spirit Bodies are truly fragile," Jiang Xinghai said, his brows furrowed.
Cao Qing and the others felt their hearts sink at his words.
