Luo Shu rolled her eyes at Lu Hanmo without a word, "You just need to open his wound, let out the poisoned blood, and sprinkle some medicine powder on it." Although she could heal with Spiritual Spring and only a drop would be enough, she wouldn't be so extravagant. Spiritual Spring was her secret, and unless it was someone really important to her, she would never abuse it.
Lu Hanmo's movements were very deft, and before long, he had managed the middle-aged man's wound as Luo Shu had instructed.
"Thank you! Thank you both!" The middle-aged man kept thanking them. Although the wound still hurt, the poison in his leg had been squeezed out, the swelling had mostly subsided, and he no longer felt the swollen pain as before. It seemed his life was saved.
