"He was injured in the blast; come quickly and take a look at him."
Song Wencheng is a doctor, and when Xiaofan couldn't handle it himself, only he could do something to help.
Lin Miaoke was deep in self-blame too, from the initial misunderstanding to being a constant burden—wasn't all these injuries to the foreign guy because of her? Otherwise, with his speed, no one could harm him at all, right?
"Injured so seriously? But I don't even have any antiseptic here..."
"I have it, just brought it from the medical room earlier. See if you can use it?" Lin Miaoke hurriedly took out a pile of medical supplies from her pocket.
"Then give it to me quickly. Friend, please lie down on the bed first."
Xiaofan's consciousness began to blur, but it wasn't his first time suffering such serious injuries; he was resilient enough.
"Miaoke, go guard the front door, let us know right away if there's any disturbance."
"Okay."
