V2.Chapter 214 (1/2)

With this in mind, after seeing the wound, she did not mention the antidote. Instead, she slowly opened the medicine box, took out the silver needle, and deliberately abandoned the catgut suture corresponding to the wound. She put on the sewing clothes and embroidered cotton thread before candlelight.

As she took the liquor to disinfect the silver needle and cotton thread, she explained: ”the way I see a doctor is somewhat different from that of others. A wound like this can't heal on its own. It has to be sutured to recover gradually. The process will be more painful. You must hold down your Highness.”

The bodyguard looked at the silver needle in the hand of the flower on the stranger, and then looked at Yan Mo Li, who was in great pain at this time, and said, ”either, you can help the master to eliminate some pain first, your highness will be more sober, and I think you can cooperate better.”

The stranger raised his eyes and glanced at the bodyguard. His tone remained unchanged. ”At present, the wound of the second highness is bleeding continuously. The poison is too strong. Ordinary methods can't stop. If you don't want the second highness to die of blood, you can let me waste my time.”

The bodyguard suddenly silent down, simply pressed Yan Mo Li, ”as long as you can cure your highness, it depends on you for the time being.”

The flower on the street nodded, the blood flow is not enough to go on, also do not care to clean up the wound, directly bent down, skilled hands silver needle from the wound split through the flesh.

Yan Mo's body trembled uncontrollably with a dull hum of pain, and the wound was tense, which made the blood more and more turbulent.

Even the waiter looked at him and felt a faint pain in his chest. Qin Ya turned away in a hurry.

The flower on the street did not even frown. Her eyes were full of indifference. She just looked at the bloodstain gushing out and quickened the speed of her hands.

Yan Moli had to struggle for several times. Fortunately, the bodyguard did his duty. Seeing that with the suture of the wound, there was less blood flowing out, so he pressed Yan Moli harder.

When the wound was sutured, Yan Moli was already in a daze, pale as paper, and fainted at any time. But he was still biting his teeth and holding on to keep himself from falling asleep.