There is no hot spring in Yanyang, and Jiang Qi'an's current wound has not fully recovered, so it is not appropriate to soak in water to resist toxicity.

Su Ruojin and the master worked out the pressing formula together, and the rest depends on Su Ruojin's needle.

Everything is ready to wait.

At night, the sound of the mid-hour watch sounded on time.

A cloud drifted by, obscuring the moonlight, leaving only a haze.

In the room, Jiang Qi'an's eyes began to turn red when his hands and feet were tied to the bed, and the black lines on his wrists suddenly moved, and began to slowly spread upward, as if he was alive

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