Miss Truth

Ran Yan removed the mask and dampened a cotton cloth with alcohol to wipe a small patch of skin on Zi Xu’s forearm. She held her wrist and eyed the comparative thick needle, sighing inwardly. Administering a skin test with this... was going to be quite challenging!

The needles used for skin tests are very fine so that they can be easily inserted into the skin without damaging muscles and blood vessels. The thicker the needle, the greater the chance of failure.

For a moment, both Hong Xing and Zi Xu’s attention was captured by Ran Yan’s beauty, for she was indeed the most famously known person in Suzhou City lately! Albeit not for a good reputation.

Zi Xu was so engrossed that when a sting shot through her arm, she instinctively tried to pull back. But it seemed that Ran Yan had anticipated her reaction, she held the wrist firmly until the penicillin from the syringe raised a bump on the skin and then withdrew the needle.

"Don’t touch it, let it be for a while." Ran Yan set the needle aside, took out another syringe and needle, assembled them, and looking up at Hong Xing, said, "Stretch out your arm."

Since Ran Yan had controlled the tenacious disease in their bodies with her medicine, they both trusted her fully.

Hong Xing, seeing Zi Xu’s knitted brows, rolled up her sleeves timidly to reveal her pale forearm and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Zi Xu simply frowned, unable to utter a word after a long pause.

A skin test is much more painful than an injection, and the pain lasts for a long time. For ancient people unaccustomed to injections, indeed it was very painful.

By now, Wan Lu had also arrived and immediately sensed that the atmosphere in the room was amiss: Zi Xu with her brows furrowed, silently looking downward, while Hong Xing’s lips were tightly pressed together, her face somewhat pale.