Lu Qing understood her meaning and nodded.
Fu Lu immediately drew a bundle of rope from his back and stepped forward, intending to firmly bind Pang Centurion several times, but was stopped by Zhu Yu.
"Don't cover the wrists and chest, otherwise it's inconvenient to examine," Zhu Yu told him.
"Rest assured, Chief Historian, I will be careful!" Fu Lu nodded, extended his large hands, and effortlessly flipped Pang Centurion over as if he were a lightweight bundle of straw. He then bound Pang Centurion's arms behind his back and tied his feet.
Zhu Yu looked at the bound Pang Centurion, took several deep breaths, and carefully moved closer.
Yan Daoxin followed her step by step, noticing her cautiousness, and said beside her, "Don't worry, he won't wake."
Zhu Yu knelt down, her hand pressed against Pang Centurion's forehead, noticing that his forehead temperature was slightly higher than that of a normal person. Getting closer, she could also see his cheeks were clearly flushed.
