Doctor Cole frowned and put his fingers on Charlee Ford's thin wrist.

Pale skin, it seems that a little effort can print red marks.

"It shouldn't be." He murmured, and immediately turned and went out.

Only William Bryan is still guarding the door.

The man stared at the gate, and when he saw doctor Cole coming out, he immediately greeted him.

"Doctor Cole, how's Jiu-Er?" He's dying of anxiety.

Looking at William Bryan like this, doctor Cole was slightly ...