"Prepare some water for me. Fan Lin stay behind and others leave first." She ordered them while taking out the silver needles from her space.
"Yes." Everyone answered. Except for Fan Lin, everyone left. Leng Hua came in with some water.
Fan Lin, instructed by Feng Jiu, cut the fabric around the chest area with a pair of scissors. Seeing the chest wound that had turned black and was inflamed, he immediately looked at his Mistress.
Feng Jiu frowned at the wound and stretched out her hand to probe the acupoints around the wounds and told Gu Mo. "I'll pull out the broken sword for you. Bear with it - it will hurt a lot."
Gu Mo nodded slightly. His lips moved and a feeble voice answered, "Yes."
