Qiao Family.
Tong Sanlang, carrying Qiao Xiaomai, sat down under a willow tree in the courtyard.
"I'll draw out the blood from this wound first," Tong Sanlang said.
"No." Qiao Xiaomai said as she put down a cloth containing dog's brain. "This wound may be infected with the rabies virus. I don't want you to get contaminated."
"I'm not scared!" Tong Sanlang was about to lower his head to suck blood from her arm wound.
She quickly moved aside, "Even if you're not scared, I am. This is rabies."
"Someone still needs to suck the virus out of your wound." Tong Sanlang simply grabbed her arm and leaned in without asking for her agreement.
Qiao Xiaomai raised an eyebrow and quickly pulled her arm away, "Hey, boy, it's your saliva that's useful for my wound, not mine for yours. You should cherish your life, understand?"
"That's just for healing the wound, whether it can detoxify or not, remains to be seen." Tong Sanlang pursed his lips.