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Gu Fanxing kept on cleaning the wounds on Yan Zhen's wrist, but no matter how much she cleaned up, fresh blood still flowed down. Last time, she had dealt with this emergency, but this time, the wounds seemed to be even more severe than last time.

Yan Zhen's resolute face was pale white, "It's fine, just sew it up." The news of his injury cannot be spread out.

"But ?" At this moment