"My name is Chen Fei."
Chen Fei was actually quite impressed by her. He was treating her wounds without any Silver Needles for anesthesia, yet she endured it without crying out. That alone proved this woman's endurance was far from ordinary; it was terrifying.
"Can you hurry up?" Zhao Xin couldn't help but ask, her face slightly flushed.
"I wish I could, but the blade on that guy's shoe seems to be poisoned," Chen Fei said with a frown, looking at the wound that was starting to turn black.
Although such a minor injury was nothing to him—even a poisoned one wasn't a major issue—the problem was that he had no tools. Using his Spiritual Energy to heal her would be too strange and could easily expose him.
"What do we do then?" Upon hearing the blade was poisoned, Zhao Xin couldn't help but frown.
"I need tools to detoxify and heal you. How about this: if you trust me, come with me," Chen Fei said after a moment of silent consideration.
