Song Lianhe forced herself to focus, squinting as she continued to suture the wound. To keep her mind from being clouded by the poison, she talked to Zhou Cangyan nonstop.
"You... you're really lucky you ran into me! With a wound like this, I'm the only one in all of Da Cheng who can suture it! Just look at my technique... COUGH COUGH... I guarantee you won't find anyone else who can do this... COUGH!"
Her hand trembled, and the needle plunged in a little too deep. A bead of blood immediately welled up.
Song Lianhe froze. "Oops... sorry about that. Went a little too deep."
Her veil was soaked, making it hard to breathe.
She finally ripped it off and tossed it aside. Half her face was already smeared with blood, and her nose was still bleeding.
She just wiped her face with her sleeve and went back to treating his wound.
