As the poison was gradually being cleared, Ling Zi was slowly regaining her strength to resist.
When Lin Chen started massaging again, her legs involuntarily clamped together, and she even wanted to cover that embarrassing spot with her hand.
Seeing Ling Zi suddenly becoming uncooperative, Lin Chen said seriously, "Don't move around. If I press the wrong spot, the consequences could be very severe."
"Ling Zi sister, please endure a little longer, it'll be over soon." Ye Zi also advised from the side.
Ling Zi cried inwardly. Actually, it wasn't the pain that troubled her, but Lin Chen's massage gave her an embarrassing feeling. She wanted to scream out, but felt ashamed, and could only endure it; this painful feeling was almost more unbearable than the actual pain.
With Lin Chen's constant pressure, black blood kept oozing from the wound, and finally turned into bright red blood.
"Is it done?" Ling Zi finally sighed in relief.
