Ye Mei, who had just calmed down from her fright, instantly became rigid all over again.
She reached out with trembling hands to touch the wound on her face, and despair gradually filled her terrified eyes.
She thought she had been rescued, yet now she faced an ordeal even more painful than being threatened with a knife.
But Ye Fei did not rush, instead, he grabbed Ye Mei's hand to prevent her from touching the wound.
He looked closely and indeed found something strange about the injury.
Not only was it bleeding continuously, but the wound also exuded a strange pinkish hue.
Because it kept bleeding, Ye Fei had not noticed that odd color before.
Now certain there was a problem, he immediately pinched Ye Mei's wrist and began to take her pulse.
"She's really been poisoned."
After taking the pulse, Ye Fei affirmed Jia Feng's claim.
Jia Feng immediately said with satisfaction, "If you want the antidote, let us go, and I will naturally tell you the formula."