"Uncle, you are proficient in medicine. Is there any way to save this child?" Jun Mo frowned and asked. The child was in the stream now. Even if it had nothing to do with the stream, the night wolf would still blame it on him. Now the only way was to save him. His words would be the most convincing at that time.
Jun Ming stepped forward and checked the arrow on his chest again. He touched his neck and said in pain, "The poison gas has spread out all over his body. Even if we invite the Zenith Heaven Deity, I'm afraid that we can't change the situation!"
"No, he has to live! Night Wolf might have already brought people to Qingxi to look for someone. If he saw his son die in Qingxi, he would definitely start a war to avenge his son! This matter has nothing to do with us, why should we pay
