Jiang Yixin hastily nodded and ran toward the house, but just two steps in, the sound of braking rang out. Turning around, she saw Chen Feihu's imposing vehicle appear outside the gate.

Everyone's eyes simultaneously lit up with surprise and delight, while Du Qingyue felt a sense of relief; the real backbone had finally returned!

"What's going on?" Xiao Feng asked while signaling Lone Wolf to carry Zhao Guo'an down.

"Chen Feihu is in trouble..." Du Qingyue quickly summarized the situation at a rapid pace.

Zhao Guo'an, carried on Lone Wolf's back, urgently said, "Get me over there quickly, maybe there's still a chance."

No one on the scene objected to this statement. If anyone present had the best chance of saving Chen Feihu, it was undoubtedly Zhao Guo'an.

"Put me down," Zhao Guo'an said urgently.

Directly lying on the ground, Zhao Guo'an first checked the pulse, then lifted Chen Feihu's eyelid for a look, his expression turning grim: "Bring me a knife and some white wine, also prepare the Silver Needle, no! There's no time, something sharp will do, like a toothpick, safety pin, if not, sharpen a chopstick."

Jiang Yixin hurried into the house, but heard Xiao Feng shout: "Just bring the white wine, I've got everything else."

Speaking, he pulled a dagger from his boot and handed it over, then took a small folding bag from his pocket, revealing a row of gleaming silver needles inside when opened.

Jiang Yixin rushed out from the house, unscrewed the bottle cap and handed it to Zhao Guo'an: "This is the strongest liquor; see if it works?"

Zhao Guo'an didn't respond, didn't bother to ask why Xiao Feng had Silver Needles on him, grabbed the dagger with one hand, and poured a mouthful of wine from the bottle, then sprayed it onto the dagger.

"Poof!"

Having done all this, Zhao Guo'an immediately cut Chen Feihu's middle finger, blood gushed out, almost in a straight line to the ground.

The cut was quite harsh, even slicing off a bit of flesh, but what came next was even more terrifying.

Because in just a few seconds, the blood flowing from Chen Feihu's middle finger turned black, no longer the normal bright red.

Zhao Guo'an let out a breath, wiped his mouth from the liquor, and then instructed: "Take his shirt off, be gentle, support his head while undressing."

"Is this really necessary?" Xiao Feng frowned, grabbed the dagger from Zhao Guo'an's hand, then tore down Chen Feihu's collar with a swift blade slash.

"Rip!"

The clothes were torn, revealing Chen Feihu's strong chest.

Lone Wolf gasped in shock: "How could this happen!"

He had just looked very clearly that Chen Feihu's wound was very small, but now it had ulcerated over a large area, and the muscle faintly appeared black, as if it were gradually necrotic.

Zhao Guo'an was not too surprised, took a silver needle from the needle bag, and then took another mouthful of liquor, sprayed it onto the needle, and was about to start needling.

But just as he raised his hand, Xiao Feng stopped him: "Use the other end."

"What do you mean?" Zhao Guo'an was confused.

"The needle tip is poisoned."

Zhao Guo'an was stunned, looked again at the silver needle in his hand, and found the color of the needle tip was indeed different, just earlier the situation was urgent, he hadn't had time for a closer look.

Of course, he didn't know, these Silver Needles were always used by Xiao Feng as hidden weapons, and the poison on the tips was terribly powerful, like the previous Ninja, even after losing his arm immediately, still couldn't escape a fatal end.

After that, Xiao Feng even searched the vicinity but never found those four silver needles launched, for which he felt sorry for quite some time, knowing that these things were limited in number, using one meant one less.

Zhao Guo'an naturally understood this was not the time for nonsense, immediately turned the needle tip, and pierced Chen Feihu's left chest, then repeatedly took out silver needles from the needle bag, again and again, until he stopped on the seventh needle.

"Eh?" A young girl exclaimed in surprise, as if she found something unusual.

Not only the young girl, but others also noticed, Zhao Guo'an's silver needles precisely encircled Chen Feihu's heart.

"Phew…" Zhao Guo'an exhaled, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and sighed: "Done all that can be done, whether he can make it depends on this buddy's fortune."

These words made everyone's hearts sink.

"Didn't you already save him?" the young girl frowned, Sister Xiuxiu was good to her, if her brother just died like that, how could she explain to Sister Xiuxiu?

Lone Wolf chimed in: "Yeah, his complexion is already back to normal."

"Can I get some water first?" Zhao Guo'an licked his chapped lips, already injured with a stab in the thigh, two heavy blows to the abdomen, and even rolled down a garbage heap, holding out till now was quite a feat, anyone else would likely be unconscious by now.

Jiang Yixin passed him a glass of water from the house.

"Gulp gulp gulp…"

After drinking the water, Zhao Guo'an finally explained: "The poison from those little devils isn't simple, we were lucky to come back quickly, if we had delayed a few minutes, once the poison spread to the heart, even a deity's intervention wouldn't save him.

Though it seems fine now, there's still residual toxin in his body, it's hard to say what effects the toxin might cause, hope nothing serious happens."

After a short rest, Zhao Guo'an signaled Lone Wolf to bring a first aid kit from his house, dressed Chen Feihu's finger wound, applied some medicine to his own leg and facial injuries, before noticing the box of sandalwood on the steps.

"What are you doing with the thousand-year-old ginseng?" Zhao Guo'an pointed a hand, puzzled.

Everyone looked at Jiang Yixin, it was her idea, she brought the ginseng, so naturally, she should explain.

This isn't about passing the buck, it's human nature.

"I remember you said many times, ginseng can be used to hang onto life, the situation was so scary, this was the only way we could think of." Jiang Yixin said awkwardly, obviously hearing the wrong tone in Zhao Guo'an's voice.

"Oh my God!" Zhao Guo'an exclaimed in disbelief: "When I said it can be used to hang onto life, I meant for ordinary illnesses; fortunately, it wasn't given to this guy, otherwise he might have been done for."

"Is this the quality of your people?" Zhao Guo'an turned to Xiao Feng teasingly said.

Xiao Feng was immediately displeased: "Do you have the face to talk about quality? If it wasn't for you being caught, would I have let Chen Feihu come over?

If Chen Feihu hadn't come over, could he have been poisoned?

If he wasn't poisoned, would Jiang Yixin have thought of using thousand-year-old ginseng?"

Being berated, Zhao Guo'an was instantly dazed: "So, this is my fault?"

"What do you think?" Xiao Feng retorted, with a look of righteousness on his face.

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