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"I hate myself for not being able to bite your head off!" An Xin's eyes were filled with hatred as she shouted at him with her mouth full of a bloody redness.

Immortal Palace's eyes squinted dangerously as his hand moved down to pinch her neck. With an ice-cold voice, he said, "I said it before, I will make the fingers you gave me die with you!"

An Xin's face immediately turned red, her breathing became ragged, and her eyes contained a trace of cold ridicule. She glared at him hatefully, not struggling at all.

Looking at her, Gong Sheng was enraged. He exerted a little force with his big hand, and it seemed as if his hand could strangle her neck.

An Xin's small face turned from red to white. In the next second, she had already fainted. Tears flowed from her tightly shut eyes, and she could not withstand a single blow.

Gong Sheng's pupils constricted. He immediately withdrew his hand and stiffened his body. An indescribable feeling flashed past his heart.

He jumped off the bed and strode towards the door. "Someone, get the doctor over here immediately."

"Young Master, what's wrong?"

When the steward at the door heard the cold voice of the palace saint, he immediately pushed open the door and entered. When he saw the dark expression on the palace saint's face, Butler Ding thought that he was not feeling well and turned around worriedly, "I'll go get a doctor right now."

"Ask a female doctor." Gong Sheng said coldly.

Butler Ding was stunned and did not understand what he meant. He turned his head to look at An Xin on the bed and immediately came to his senses. He then nodded his head.

"Yes, young master."

Gong Sheng walked back and bent down to pick An Xin up before putting her down again.

He put his hand under her breath and looked at the door again.

Damn it.

Gong Sheng lowered his head and covered her mouth, allowing one breath to flow into her mouth.

As he took a few breaths, he didn't see any response from her. On the other hand, her lips were like a sweet spring, causing his throat to tighten.

"Cough, cough …"

When An Xin woke up, she started coughing violently.

Damn it.

"Where's the doctor?" Hearing An Xin's cough, Gong Sheng shouted angrily towards the door.

"Yes, sir, I am." Song Min pushed open the door with a look of fear on her face.

"She's coughing. What are you doing? Why aren't you showing her?" Gong Sheng roared coldly at Song Min.

Song Min looked at An Xin lying on the bed. A cold light flashed in her eyes. She smiled at Gong Sheng and said respectfully, "Miss An, I think you've just woken up. Your throat is itching. Just a sip of water and you'll be fine."

"Then what are you standing there for? Why aren't you going to get the water?"

The voice of the Palace Sage would then fall to the freezing point.

Song Min's sweet voice immediately rang out, "Yes, I'll go pour some water for Miss An now. Please be at ease, Mr. Gong. Miss An wasn't actually unconscious, but just too weak. She fell asleep."

"You mean, was she faking it?" The female doctor's words were immediately understood by Gong Sheng.

He glanced at An Xin on the bed.

This woman actually dared to feign unconsciousness for him. Good, very good!

An Xin didn't know what the two of them were talking about, but she felt a little dizzy. Looking at the sunken face of Gong Sheng, she couldn't help but think back to when he was pinching her.

Terrifying, brutal, and devoid of any humanity.

She carefully shrank back, wanting to distance herself from him.

A smile flashed across Song Min's lips as she stood there. She said respectfully to the palace guard, "Mister Gong, I'll go pour some water for Miss An."

As for whether she would still be alive to drink the water, that had nothing to do with her.