Wen Meimei frowned in pain and cursed, "Damn it, what the hell is this thing, it's killing me!"
Mu Zhuoshen sighed, pretending not to hear her swearing.
"Meimei, it will be over soon, just hold on a little longer."
"It hurts... it hurts so much..." Wen Meimei pouted, her eyes filled with tears of grievance.
At first, it only hurt around the puncture site, but gradually, the pain intensified, spreading through her entire arm, then to her shoulder, heart, abdomen, thigh... Meanwhile, the anguish also crept up to her head.
It hurts so much...
It hurts so much!
Wen Meimei suddenly resisted fiercely, even Qiao Chengxun couldn't hold her down, and the needle was knocked out by her struggle.
Mu Zhuoshen looked at the tiny bit of remaining solution, trying to reinject the needle seemed unrealistic, so he said, "This dose should be enough, if not, we can add more next time."
"Get out." Qiao Chengxun ordered in a low voice, holding his trembling wife tightly.
