He stood by the bed, staring at Xingxing drawing blood from Old Duke Chong.
After gathering half a bowl of blood, Su Jin pulled out the silver needle, and Old Duke Chong fainted.
Su Jin took the bowl, sniffed it, the smell of medicine was very strong.
These years, Old Duke Chong never left his medicines, he had already become a big jar of medicine.
She stood up with the bowl, but somehow, her dress got stuck between the footstool and the bed, and it got stuck tightly.
As Su Jin moved, she was pulled back, and the bowl in her hand flew forward due to inertia.
No one had reacted yet, the bowl had already crashed to the ground, splattering poisoned blood everywhere.
Amidst the clattering sound, an extremely piercing scream came:
"My eyes!"
Old Madam Duke Chong was screaming.
The bowl flew forward, and the splattered poison blood hit her face.
That was poisoned blood.
And very toxic.
Unintentionally splattered into her left eye.
Su Jin was stunned.
