He kept the two sets of blood that he had obtained from Fang Wanqing. The ghost king did not bring any equipment with him, so he would have to wait until he returned to study them carefully.
Li Tian had already fallen asleep on the bed and he had to wait for Fang Wanqing's reaction.
The ghost king moved a chair over and sat there, while Fang Qing lay on the bed with her sister in her arms, asking her how she was feeling from time to time.
The ghost king would draw a little blood from Fang Wanqing's body almost every half an hour. One syringe was about ten milliliters. Even if he drew forty injections, it would not be a big problem for the human body. These few injections were completely within her tolerance range.
After about an hour and a half, Fang Wanqing's face finally regained some color. As a Grandmaster, he could recover in the shortest time as long as his body was not plagued by poison.
"I'm done,"
