"Antidote, give me the antidote."
Liu Xing endured the pain and stared intently at Shao Wuyou.
"Sorry, there's no antidote, and even if there was, I wouldn't give it to you."
Shao Wuyou laughed coldly.
"You're courting death, I... ah!"
Liu Xing wanted to persist with Shao Wuyou, but the pain in his arm had begun to spread. He had to find a way to deal with it quickly.
"Let's go, take me to the hospital."
Liu Xing gritted his teeth and shouted.
"Okay, okay, okay."
Fu Xiangping and the others panicked and hurriedly helped Liu Xing out.
"Li Hao, get on the bed quickly."
After Liu Xing and the others left, Shao Wuyou struggled onto the table: "The scorpion is still in the room, don't get bitten."
"Got it."
Li Hao awkwardly climbed onto Tang Ming's bed, his whole body battered beyond recognition: "What the hell is going on?"
"I don't know either. Who knows why those bastards suddenly... the scorpion's crawling out."
