"Is everyone alright? Did anyone get hit?" The director asked anxiously.
Eighth smiled bitterly. "What can we do if I'm hit?"
The others were shocked. Pan Ke's mouth was dry for a long time. He didn't know what to say. When he opened his mouth, his tone was filled with pity.
"Can you still hold on?"
Eighth wasn't sure what to say.
"I can make it, I think?"
"The Gympie-Gympie's thorns are mainly composed of silicon dioxide, which the human body can't get rid of. Therefore, it will flare up from time to time. When you press or pull on the injured body parts, the thorns will secrete venom again, and the pain will intensify." The director tried to explain the cruel truth as gently as possible.
Eighth was already beginning to fall into despair.
