He then went to examine Xia Yueqing's calf, lifting the trouser leg to reveal a section of smooth, fair skin.
Pei Yiting gently lifted her leg, carefully inspecting it, and at the back, he saw an extremely small wound.
His eyes contracted slightly, and Pei Yiting pressed gently on the wound, "Is it here?"
Poor Xia Yueqing had no sensation throughout her body at this moment, and he pressed so lightly, how could there be any pain?
"I don't know, I can't feel anything."
Oh, right, the anesthetic...
"It's a very small wound, like a needle prick."
Besides this, there were no other wounds on Xia Yueqing's leg, so he felt it was very likely to be this spot.
"That should be it then."
A wound like a needle prick had caused Xia Yueqing to faint and fall into a coma, with the anesthetic in her system, but why?
Pei Yiting naturally didn't have the omniscient abilities to deduce from this detail that someone was targeting him, let alone to extract something from him.
