Li Tianyao's brows furrowed.
An Yan quickly redoubled her efforts, bullishly forcing the issue with her hands.
"HISS."
The man inhaled sharply.
An Yan had completely removed the gauze.
A clear knife wound was visible on the back of his hand, surrounded by a slight redness.
It definitely looked like an injury that was three days old!
An Yan froze. Had she guessed wrong? How could this be? Could it be that the poison in Li Tianyao was different from the poison affecting her mother and herself?
"You seem very surprised. Do you think I'm recovering too fast?"
An Yan was startled and quickly said, "What do you mean, you think I'm recovering too fast? I can't wait for you to get better!"
"And if I get better, you won't have to take care of me anymore?"
An Yan was speechless. Why did she feel like Li Tianyao could be more dramatic than her?
