In this way, the poison would circulate through the meridians of his whole body, once again eroding his internal organs.
And she, had to repeat the method from a year and a half ago, using her Spiritual Power to massage his acupoints, bit by bit, driving the poison to his fingertips and squeezing out the poisoned blood.
Eliminating the poisoned blood was easy, but the wasted time was hard to recover.
After a year and a half, not only did the Little Prince not get healed, but he also suffered even more torments.
She couldn't imagine how painful and desperate a young child would be when he learns that he can't walk on his own legs.
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The wilderness was not an ideal place to perform a full-body massage to remove the poison.
She couldn't bear to refuse the Little Prince's plea nor see his hopeful eyes lose their starry brightness.
Her skillful hands subconsciously held up his right leg, giving him a simple massage.
