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After paying, he was about to leave when the shop door was suddenly shoved open.
A battered mercenary staggered inside.
The leather armor on his body was tattered beyond recognition. His chest, arms, and thighs were covered in wounds of all sizes. Some had already scabbed over, while others were still oozing blood.
His face was also smeared with blood and grime. A wound stretched from his left forehead all the way to his right cheekbone, the flesh split open in a horrifying sight.
His breathing was rapid and ragged. He had clearly suffered attacks from many magical beasts and only escaped by risking his life.
"Quick, go save..."
The mercenary opened his mouth, intending to say something, but before he could finish, his body went limp. His legs trembled, and he was about to collapse to the ground.
Xiao Yan reacted swiftly. He darted forward, caught him, slung the man's arm over his shoulder, and half-supported, half-dragged him to a stool nearby.
He took out a First-Grade healing pill, pried open the mercenary's mouth, and fed it to him.
The pill melted as soon as it entered his mouth, its medicinal strength flowing down his throat into his stomach.
Xiao Yan patted the mercenary's shoulder and asked, "Don't panic. Take it slowly. What exactly happened?"
Under the effect of the medicine, a trace of color returned to the mercenary's pale face, and his breathing gradually steadied.
He coughed twice before speaking