"Ah!" Ye Tian's two fingers violently pulled outwards, pulling out a silver needle from the wound, covered in blood. However, curiously, the blood quickly dripped down without sticking to it. Ye Tian's face turned pale as he coldly chuckled, tossing the needle aside, then began to forcefully squeeze the wound area, but regrettably, nothing came out. The wound was too large and the temperature too low; at this rate, he wouldn't die but would be crippled.
"What are you trying to do? Squeeze out the poison?"
"Not exactly... From here," Ye Tian grabbed the base of his right thigh, "to there, this section is where the wound's toxins are concentrated. The blood needs to be sucked out. I can't reach, so I have to use my hands, no other way..."
"Ugh... Mm!"
Before Ye Tian could finish speaking, Mo Yu's mouth was already on the wound, her soft, warm lips pressing against it, sending an unusual tremor rising from the depths of his heart.
