"Do you want a sling needle?" Mu Jiyun ignored his complaints and saw him frown when dispensing pharmaceutical water. He was slightly worried.

"Well! It's better and faster. Help me fix her hand so that she doesn't suddenly move. In the Qin Shuhan Dynasty, Mu Jiyun nursed his mouth and motioned him to grasp Ouyang Ruixi's hand. Otherwise, if he could not hit the blood vessel, he would fight again.

"Take it easy!" When Qin Shuhan pushed the needle forward, Ouyang Ruixi unconsciously frowned. When Mu Jiyun saw the needle, he warned him that the tone of voice felt like eating Qin Shuhan.

"Come on, I'm giving an injection, not...