Zhao Tianfang's face was ashen, his hands clenched tightly into fists.
That was also the conclusion multiple doctors had given him, even though his cultivation had reached the Golden Core Stage, he couldn't withstand the ice-cold giant snake's venom. When night fell, he would feel as if he had plunged into an ice cellar, unable to sleep throughout the night.
His visit to Haicheng this time was to seek an audience with the National Medical Saint, Old Liu Zhen, having heard of his "Thirteen Spirit Needles" technique and wondering if he could lend a hand.
Zhao Tianfang's gaze on Bai Chuwei gradually brightened, and he urgently asked, "Young lady, are you a medical practitioner?"
Even the National Medical Saint Liu Zhen wouldn't be able to diagnose his condition without taking his pulse. Bai Chuwei hadn't even gotten close to him; how could she know?
With a smile brimming in her eyes, Bai Chuwei looked at him, her pupils clear, and her red lips lightly uttered two words, "Beg me."
