However, before Zhuang Xian could return to her seat, Mo Qian seemed unable to bear the intense pain in his lower limbs as he began to cry out.
With his remaining rationality, he turned his head away, trying to avoid Zhuang Xian's worried gaze and cover up the ugly look on his face.
The man's face was covered in sweat, and his veins were popping out from his neck and side. Zhuang Xian could see that Mo Qian's skin was naturally fair because he had not been exposed to the sun and exercise for many years. However, at this moment, his skin was flushed red from his struggle.
Zhuang Xian was a little worried that Mo Qian would be unable to hold on, so she hurriedly called out, "Mo Xi! Mo Xi, come here!"
Mo Xi responded and rushed over from the corner. When he saw his young master's leg covered with silver needles on the bed, he was shocked. His mouth opened slightly, and he looked at Zhuang Xian with anxiety and doubt.
