When Su Muge opened Qingyu’s nose, she saw the small black thing at a glance. She pulled it out with tweezers and threw it into the prepared potion.

“Thread. Prepare to stitch the wound.”

Before Guima could figure out what was going on, this operation had been over!

“This is over?”

Su Muge glanced at him. “Otherwise, what else do you want to do?”

To be accurate, the worms liked to stay in human’s septal ...