Gentle listened to Chu Qing's words, pondered for a moment, and said:
"But he ran away, and now I'm in a predicament...
"I can control the poison from spreading, but I can't cure it."
"How long can you control it?"
Chu Qing asked.
"About an hour... After an hour, it will spread through my meridians from my palm.
"I estimate that in no more than ten hours, I will die."
When Gentle spoke to this point, her expression still showed little fluctuation.
As if whether she lived or died had nothing to do with her.
Chu Qing nodded:
"Can you move?"
"I can't move."
Gentle answered honestly.
"Then I apologize."
After saying this, Chu Qing carried Gentle into the room, seemingly having completely forgotten Mei Qianluo.
After settling Gentle onto his bunk, Chu Qing then said:
"Stay here and control the poison slowly, don't let it spread.
"I'll go find the antidote for you."
Gentle thought for a moment:
"Then be careful."
Chu Qing was taken aback:
