"Take off her clothes."
The moment Jiang Siming opened his mouth, he sounded like a lecherous old rogue.
The girl looked up at Jiang Siming, her gratitude instantly turning into wariness. She hurriedly grabbed her sword, thinking she had encountered some unparalleled pervert.
"If you don't want her to die, take off her clothes. She was struck by a poisonous palm on her clothing, and the poison is seeping through the fabric into her skin. Keep dawdling, and you can start preparing her coffin." Jiang Siming said this, then continued lying down with his eyes closed to catch up on his sleep.
The girl glanced at Jiang Siming, then at the unconscious girl. There was indeed a dark-green palm print on her chest.
The black poison on the clothing seemed corrosive. It was slowly eating through the fabric and invading her body.
The girl immediately stopped hesitating and hurriedly stripped the child.
When she saw the poisonous palm print on the girl's chest, she could no longer hold back and began sobbing as she hugged the child.
"Miaomiao, it's all because your sister is useless. I failed to protect you."
Hearing the girl's sobs, Jiang Siming could only roll his eyes helplessly.
"Ah, you're lucky you ran into me. Bring her over."
The girl froze at his words. Then she saw a medical case appear in Jiang Siming's hand, and she was instantly overjoyed.
"Are you a physician?"
"Something like that." Jiang Siming answered.
"Thank you, Physician. Please, you must save my sister. The Yuan Family will never forget your great kindness!"
Although the girl said this, she did not truly believe Jiang Siming could cure her sister's poison.
After all, Jiang Siming did not look like a physician at all. He looked more like a wealthy young master out