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"": "Wild thoughts ran through his head.
The pain still came thick and fast, but once the initial agony passed, it felt more like ants gnawing repeatedly at his wound, bit by bit. It was much more bearable.
After a long while, the scraps of flesh on his shoulder had been cleaned away. The exposed wound looked like a human bite mark. It needed no stitches; the torn flesh was distorted, but the injury had not penetrated all the way through.
Zhang Baijiao unscrewed a small bottle and poured all the liquid over the wound to rinse it.
The burning pain made Luo Bin tremble all over.
Once that pain passed, a stronger cooling sensation took its place. Of course, the pain had not vanished entirely.
Zhang Baijiao signaled that Li Yuan and Yu Hao could let go.
Both men stepped back, a thin sheen of sweat on their foreheads.
They shared the same thought: Luo Bin was incredibly strong. Was he born in the Year of the Ox?
"Lie here and don't move. I still need to apply medicine," Zhang Baijiao said, then rose and headed toward the medicine cabinet.
His steps were slightly unsteady.
Clearly, concentrating on treating an injury like this had drained him considerably.
Luo Bin lay motionless, closing his eyes and trying to steady his mind.
Once everything was finished and his shoulder was wrapped in layers of gauze, Yu Hao supported his uninjured shoulder and helped him sit up.
"You need to come to me to have the dressing changed once a day. Hmm, for seven days straight. If the wound doesn't get any worse, you'll survive." Zhang Baijiao gazed intently at Luo Bin.
"All right. Thank you," Luo Bin replied.
"What's your name?" Zhang Baijiao asked.
Luo Bin answered