But at this moment, no one cared about whether it smelled good or not; everyone watched as Yi Chichi skillfully and fiercely drained the poisonous blood from Liu Yongliang's wound.
Then they looked at Liu Yongliang, his face pale with pain, gasping continuously.
Estimating that the pain was really severe, he tried to negotiate with Yi Chichi while gasping.
"Miss, can you be a little gentler?"
He was a living person, not a piece of pork on a chopping block that couldn't feel pain.
"No way."
Yi Chichi didn't even lift her head. "Uncle, only through enduring great pain can we extract the poisonous blood. If we can't get it out, you might be dead from poison before reaching the hospital."
This sounded somewhat frightening.
Liu Yongliang was successfully scared. In the subsequent time, even if it hurt to death, he chose to grit his teeth and endure.
Finally, the color of the drained blood gradually returned to normal.
