"Joe, take your hand off, or I can't give you medicine." With a charming voice, Mrs. Finin held out her hands and gently removed Joe's hand in important parts.

"Ha ha, what a strong reaction."

Mrs. Finin took one look at Joe's tent, which was about to burst. She smiled and concentrated on taking medicine for Joe.

Joe breathed a sigh of relief. If she is not afraid, why should I be afraid of her. Thinking like this, Joe is relieved to let Mrs. Finin give himself medicine, and ak47 is angrier and dancing.

Mrs. Finin carefully daubed the wound on Joe's leg with potions, stood up and wiped the...