Ron's tone suddenly became somewhat anxious.
Andre hesitated for a moment, sighed softly, and slowly untied the bandage.
When the last layer of cloth was uncovered, Ron's pupils suddenly contracted.
The wound had already started to rot, the surrounding skin showing an unnatural black-purple color, like ink seeping into paper.
The most worrying part was that the black lines were slowly but clearly spreading upwards, already close to the shoulder.
"Damn it!" Ron stood up abruptly: "How could you delay this for so long? This is obviously a manifestation of spiritual contamination materializing!"
Andre stared at his wound, shocked: "I thought it was just a normal wound, the bloodline power would soon repair it..."
"Would a normal wound turn black like this?"
Ron cursed under his breath, then turned to Lily: "Prepare the lab, we need to perform a minor surgery."
Lilia immediately took action, her expression professional and calm: "What instruments and potions do you need?"
