C130 If You Don't Accept It Then Fight

"Bastard, what are you doing?" Sikong Waner's breath was weak and there was a hint of red on her purple face.

"Smelly girl, you don't know what's good for you. I am trying to cure you. Do you want to cripple one of your hands?" Chu Fei said in a speechless manner.

"Hmph..." Sikong Waner snorted coldly. She did not have the energy to argue with Chu Fei anymore.

Time was of the essence