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He bowed deeply to me, moistened his eyes, and quietly opened Hee Tingsheng's door.

I took my wallet downstairs and went to the drugstore again.

The wound on my neck that Shen Zhihao made had a lot of blood on it, but it didn't hurt my vitals. The wound wasn't deep either.

Yesterday, when I came back, Shen Muhuai had already properly bandaged my wound. Today