Mu Anhan picked up the silver needles from the ground, grabbed a wet napkin from the side, and cleaned them meticulously, seemingly ignoring Li Qivi's fear.
When she approached him with the silver needle in hand, he was already screaming in panic, "Help... Help..."
The incident yesterday, when his jaw was dislocated during treatment by the Divine Doctor, had traumatized him greatly.
That's why he had five bodyguards in his room today—to capture her and make her apologize!
Who would have thought this Divine Doctor was so twisted!
It was unbelievable that just a few silver needles solved the problem of the bodyguards he had spent heavily to hire!
"Scream a few more times before I poison you with the needles!" Mu Anhan said coldly, "You should know that you'll have no chance to scream later!"
Despair filled Li Qivi's eyes; he had no doubt about the Divine Doctor's ruthless heart, "I was wrong! I'm sorry..."
