"Luo!! How is it?" Yin Nuo worried about the situation inside and rushed in.
Seeing the stone coffin seemed unsurprising, she glanced at the woman inside, her expression complicated.
Jia Luo took out an ointment and handed it to Yin Nuo, "Rub it on his skin where it's ulcerated! Feed him this medicine!"
Yin Nuo complied.
An Ziqing stood aside, looking worriedly.
Jia Luo turned to her, "Ling Chuan's poisonous blood has been completely drained, he will wake up! The antidote has been given! His skin won't ulcerate anymore with my specially-made Dolma Ointment!"
"He's lost so much blood, how can Ling Chuan survive!" An Ziqing was not reassured.
Jia Luo's eyes suddenly turned icy, "An Ziqing! I've already saved Ling Chuan! Whether he lives or not is his own concern! If you dare go too far, I'll kill him right now!!"
Jia Luo's face, always smiling, twisted into something terrifying.
He stretched out his hand and grabbed Ling Chuan's neck.
