「In Leng Yue's bedroom.」
Leng Yue brought over a first-aid kit, her eyes full of worry as she waited at his side.
Zhao Dong lifted a hand and said awkwardly, "Hey... could you help me take off my shirt?"
"My arm is injured. I can't really use it..."
"Of course!" Leng Yue hurriedly stepped forward and helped Zhao Dong take off his T-shirt.
Seeing the bloody hole in Zhao Dong's arm, she felt a pang of heartache.
"Does it hurt?" Leng Yue gently held his arm, tears welling in her eyes.
"It's nothing, just a minor injury."
Zhao Dong shook his head, then clenched the discarded shirt between his teeth. He picked up a small nearby knife and sterilized it in alcohol.
Taking a deep breath, he plunged the blade directly into the wound.
"UGH!"
The intense pain was immediate. Despite his incredible willpower, the agony made his body tremble violently as muffled groans escaped his lips.
"Zhao Dong... what should I do? How can I help you?"
