The Magical Boy's Personal Status Has Been Updated

"Ooh~~ Hiss. Aaaah, that hurts.!"

In the Night Bureau hospital room, it was still that reckless scream, coming from the 'salted fish' wrapped in bandages and twitching on his own bed like a mummy.

And the chef in charge of him. Uh, no, his attending physician.

Listening speechlessly to Fang Ran's terrible cries, identical to those from a few days ago, Resurrection Jie deftly tugged at the bandage in her hands, instantly turning it into a concise and clear scream!

"Ah—!"

Feeling the bandage, possibly stuck to a layer of skin, being torn from his body, Fang Ran clenched the bedsheet between his teeth, his legs trembling so badly they nearly ran off on their own. He felt like he could burst into tears at any moment.

"Resurrection Jie, couldn't you... be a little gentler?"

Before anyone noticed, Beijing's scorching September had quietly slipped away beneath the shade at the entrance to the southern suburbs' alleyways, where old men sat on low stools and chatted while fanning themselves with palm-leaf fans.

It had reached its final day.

On the waters of East River, young men and women in sunglasses were still throwing parties aboard yachts, clinking glasses together.

The gleaming sea beneath the sunlight brought cool ocean breezes, blowing past Beijing's skyscrapers and the forests and mountains beyond the city.

At last, they became faint trails that blended into the distant world of atmosphere and sky.

In the Night Bureau hospital room outside Beijing, a week had passed since the night Polar Night descended. Having finally claimed his long-overdue login reward,

the young man could finally remove the bandages on his hands. Yet because the bandages had dried and hardened together with medicine and blood scabs, he howled in pain as they were removed.

"Now you want me to be