"You! How could you hit someone?"
Nuo De'er clutched his cheek, still trying to speak.
But the sight of Mo Han's menacing eyes instantly frightened him into silence.
Liao Shishi shook her head at this point and said, "Doctor Nuo De'er, didn't you just ask why Miss Luo's gunshot wound stopped bleeding?"
"To tell you the truth, it stopped because Mister Mo pressed a few points on Miss Luo's body, and that's what stopped the bleeding."
"What? Acupoints? Kung Fu? Jiuzhou Kung Fu?"
Nuo De'er shook his head dismissively and said, "That's all trickery in movies! I don't believe that someone can stop bleeding just by randomly pressing a few points with their fingers..."
While he was speaking, Mo Han suddenly raised his wrist and, with a whoosh, a silver needle pierced Nuo De'er's chest.
Nuo De'er felt a numbing sensation spread through his body, and as he glared at Mo Han with a fierce look, preparing to speak, he found that he couldn't open his mouth no matter what.
