Without hesitation, Liu Ergou took Fu Ya's hand, put it to his lips, and began to suck forcefully. With the first mouthful, he furrowed his brow and spat out a large clot of black blood.
Seeing this, Liu Ergou dared not hesitate. He worked quickly, sucking out more than a dozen mouthfuls until the black, venomous blood was finally gone, replaced by fresh, red blood. This meant the poison was completely cleared.
Only then did Liu Ergou flick the silver needle again. This time, as the needle vibrated, the wound—which had just been weeping red blood—began to ooze black blood once more. The dark blood flowed for some time before turning red again.
Only when he saw this did Liu Ergou finally breathe a sigh of relief. It seemed all the poison in Fu Ya's hand had been drawn out. She was no longer in mortal danger. Now, all Liu Ergou could do was wait.
「About an hour later.」
Fu Ya slowly regained consciousness. When she awoke, Liu Ergou handed her his water canteen.
