"It's just a small wound, nothing serious," Xiao Jin said, his brow not even twitching, dismissing it lightly.
Having been on the battlefield for years, he has suffered far worse injuries than this, and such a minor wound didn't even need a Healing Potion, it would heal on its own in a couple of days.
Shen Tang was worried, "But you're bleeding black blood, and it looks like the flesh is about to fester, I'm afraid it's poisoned."
Xiao Jin's golden eyes turned cold and grim, cursing under his breath—he hadn't anticipated that bastard would poison the dagger.
Greenfield City is but a remote town, having only about three to five doctors whose skills vary, and it's unknown if they can make an antidote potion.
The poison in Xiao Jin's wound was spreading rapidly, with the flesh already showing signs of decay, it seemed unlikely he'd make it back to the city.
If it worsens, he might even lose a leg!
Shen Tang grabbed his hand anxiously, "Let me try to help you heal!"
