Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

Mable was very confident in her acupuncture skills. She could not have put the needle at the wrong point.

Moreover, the silver needles used for acupuncture were extremely fine and could not cause bleeding under normal circumstances.

Mable used gauze to press the bleeding spot. She thought the bleeding would stop soon, but blood continued to ooze out after almost ten minutes.

The eye of the needle was small, so not much blood was flowing out. However, this could not go on.

Mable took out the hemostatic ointment from her medical kit and put some on Blair's arm, finally stopping the bleeding.

"Blair, how do you feel?"

Mable gently patted Blair's cheek.

Blair opened his eyes. His usually deep eyes seemed blurry as he spoke powerlessly, "Mabes, are you trying to hurt me to death?"

Mable's heart tightened. "Hurt you?

"Blair, where does it hurt?"

Blair calmed down and placed her hand on his chest. "Here-it hurts like hell."

"Blair, stop joking!"

Mable was extremely anxious, yet he was still joking.

"Mabes, don't worry. I won't die!"

"This won't do. Let's go to the hospital. I'll call an ambulance."

Mable picked up her phone and made a call without hesitation.

Nonetheless, before the call was even made, Blair suddenly sat up to snatch her phone.

"Blair..."

Blair caressed her face and looked at her dotingly. "Mabes, while I like how you care about me, I can't bear to see you worry about me."

He sighed and chuckled. "Alright. I'll admit that I'm not in pain. I intentionally wanted you to worry about me."

Mable glared at him furiously. Though, she was still a little dubious. "Are you really okay?"

"I'm fine, just a little sleepy."

Blair looked at the phone and saw that it was 3:00 am.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

He pulled Mable back on the bed again and pecked her on the lips while she was not paying attention. "Rest. I promise you I'll be well and energetic tomorrow morning." Mable said nothing else and let him hug her.

She did not sleep for the rest of the night.

Now and then, she would measure

Blair's body temperature.

Fortunately, his body temperature finally returned to normal when morning came.

Mable sighed as she looked at the soundly asleep Blair.

She turned on the lights and was about to get out of bed to go to the bathroom when she inadvertently looked at Blair's arm.

The hemostatic ointment she had put on his arm had turned a dark black color.

Mable widened her eyes and immediately grabbed his arm.

The ointment she used was white. It was a secret recipe passed down to her by her master, with the miraculous effect of stopping bleeding.

Mable remembered that her master had once told her that this ointment could also detect poison.

If the ointment was applied to a bleeding wound and turned black within three hours, it meant the person's blood contained toxins.

Mable sat up and took a bit of the blackened ointment to smell it.

There was no fishy odor, indicating that what was in Blair's blood was not highly toxic.

'What kind of poison has he gotten then?'

"What's wrong?"

When Mable sat up, she awoke Blair, who was not sleeping too well.

She patted his shoulder gently and said, "Nothing, I'm just thirsty. I'll go downstairs to get some water. Go to sleep." "Okay."

Mable walked out of the bedroom but did not go to the kitchen. She went straight to the small detached building in the backyard where the family doctor loved.

She figured Blair must be hiding something from her!

At this hour, when the sky was still dark, everyone in the villa except for the bodyguards on patrol was still asleep.

Mable went to the doctor's office and found Blair's case in the drawer.

[Right forearm shot... Hemorrhaging during surgery... Difficult to stop the

20ing... Blood transfusion_

2000cc... Coagulation disruption...]

As Mable continued reading, a chill crept over her.

When she reached the last page, coldness engulfed her.