After Lan Yan was pulled up by Liu Chen, she realized she had been hit by a hidden weapon.
A silver needle!
The silver needle was embedded in her waist. It wasn't painful initially, but a few minutes later, a tingling numbness spread, causing Lan Yan to feel uncomfortable.
Soon, beads of sweat appeared on her face.
"It hurts a lot." Lan Yan's face twisted.
"Give me your hand."
Without hesitation, Liu Chen grabbed her hand to feel her pulse, needing to first determine her condition.
But after checking, Liu Chen found no symptoms.
"Where do you feel the pain?" Liu Chen pursued.
"At the waist, like being bitten by a small insect." Sweat poured from Lan Yan's forehead.
In this wilderness, there was no place for treatment. What if moving her body rashly triggered the symptoms?
What kind of hidden weapon did Xie Qixing use on Lan Yan?
"May I take a look at your wound?" Liu Chen asked boldly.
Lan Yan hesitated, wondering how she could let a stranger see her body?
