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So that was the reason. Chen Hao saw through her worry and held her hand: "Where's your injury? Why don't you apply the ointment on it?"

"Not much left."

Wu Xianyao answered mournfully, "I'm afraid you won't be able to wake up, so I'll keep it for you …" "Besides, I don't mind getting hurt with my little injuries!"

"Why not?"

Chen Hao sat up, "Let me see