Chapter 1571 No Cure In This World

• Thorvald withdrew his fingers, his expression somewhat unusual as he observed Ashlyn's complexion. “Your face is rosy, not like that of a sick person, yet your pulse is strangely peculiar. This peculiarity doesn't seem like an illness either.”
• As he spoke, he turned his gaze back to Ludvig. “Mr. Rathmore, how about we do bloodletting?”
• Ludvig hurriedly asked Ashlyn, “May we drawing some blood from you, savior?”