Because there was still a lot of blood gushing out.
Qin Mu's forehead was also covered with more and more cold sweat.
"Don't worry, I'll hold the blood for you, don't wipe it anymore, just use the tip of the Swiss Army Knife to probe, then pull it out."
Mu Wan: "..."
Qin Mu's seemingly calm words often pushed Mu Wan to the brink of collapse.
Mu Wan was trembling violently, her whole body breaking out in cold sweat, constantly forcing herself to calm down.
Calm down more!
It's going to be okay!
"Qin Mu!"
This man was her most beloved, and it was the first time Mu Wan had handled such a scene. Her small hand was trembling badly, and the hand holding the Swiss Army Knife was shakier still.
No anesthesia, just flesh and blood.
She couldn't bring herself to do it.
"Yeah, I'm here."
Qin Mu gazed at the woman before him, a tender, weak smile on his lips.
