Quan Jing had long since lost consciousness, his face as pale as death, a deathly pallor covering his features. If he couldn't get through this ordeal, there would be no need to retrieve the poisonous insect.
Qin Liuxi had Quan An carry him onto a couch, took out the Golden Needle, and pierced several of his major life-and-death acupoints with it. Then, she yanked the Little Ginseng Spirit, whose mind was filled with yellow waste water, out from her embrace, broke off a ginseng whisker, casually wiped it, and fed it to Quan Jing's mouth.
The Little Ginseng Spirit, whose leg was broken again, jolted: "!"
Oh, what a short life, all because of a beautiful temptation!
Quan An stared blankly at the Little Ginseng Spirit, full and complete like jade, with all whiskers and leaves neatly in place, and two small beans just about to sprout. Such fine ginseng was hard to come by in a lifetime.
Yet, Qin Liuxi had fed a mouthful to the young master.
