Wen Jiaren anxiously felt around Mu Qian's body, but found nothing except a wallet. Her voice hoarse, she asked, "You lied to me… I lied to myself, right? There isn't any antidote, is there?"
Unless he could work miracles, how could there possibly be an antidote?
Even if there is medicine, it might not be able to counteract such a potent poison!
Mu Qian tightly clasped her hand, squeezing it until red marks appeared, "Don't… don't cry… I didn't lie to you… the medicine is in Xiao… Xiao'er's backpack…"
He endured the pain in his body to finish his sentence, then spat out a mouthful of black blood.
The antidote in Xiao'er's backpack, the antidote is in Xiao'er's backpack.
Where is Xiao'er's backpack?
Seeing Mu Qian in such pain, Wen Jiaren was extremely frightened. An inner fear caused her sheer panic, rendering her helpless, tears uncontrollably streaming down, "Backpack… Xiao'er's backpack…"
