The moment he spoke, everyone was stunned. If the lead surgeon couldn't even figure out what had happened and had to ask others, wasn't that just insane?
In just a few seconds, Qin Shihua had turned into a bloody mess. It was hopeless. Her body was already covered with pustules, and now they were gushing blood like countless fountains, impossible to stop!
At the same time, Jiao Linghe's body also began to show signs of disease wherever Qin Shihua's blood had splattered on him. First, his hands turned bright red. Then, sores began to erupt on his skin, spreading like dominoes until his entire face was covered in them.
"Aaaargh! My... my face! It's so... so itchy!" Jiao Linghe screamed in agony, scratching himself frantically. The scratching only made it worse. The sores spread even faster until his face was almost unrecognizable.
"Aaaargh! Young Master Qi, save... save me! I can't take it anymore!" Jiao Linghe lurched toward Murong Qi.
