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There were several cuts on the red and swollen wounds, which looked somewhat sinister after being sprayed with the disinfectant spray.
Liang Jingyi pinched Fu Jiyao's wrist, carefully wiped off the remaining potion on the back of his hand with a tissue, then opened the cotton swab and dipped it in the potion, smearing it on the back of his hand.
"Hiss." Fu Jiyao gasped
