What kind of ghostly thing did he get involved with? Ning Xiaoxian thought for a moment, reaching out to support his head.
"Sister?" Huangfuming opened his eyes, which were reddened from fever, filled with doubt.
"Relax." She flipped his eyelids and discovered fine red lines crisscrossing the lower one.
"It seems like there might be parasites." She took a Jade spoon and applied some ointment to his palm, gently smoothing it out.
The medication took effect quickly, disappearing in no time, evidently fully absorbed by the skin. Huangfuming noticed a tight sensation on his hand.
Ning Xiaoxian took out a Tusk Dagger and made a cut on his palm. Her blade went deep, slantingly cutting into the muscle by half an inch, yet not a single drop of fresh blood flowed from the wound. This was the effect of the ointment applied just now.
She looked up and instructed Huangfuming: "It will hurt a bit, bear with it."
