“Hurry up. We need to bandage Xing Chuan’s wound,” I said to Raffles. Then, I looked at Xing Chuan and said, “Your body is weak. Head back to rest first. I will keep him company. I will call you if there’s anything.”

“Alright,” Xing Chuan looked at Lucifer anxiously, like a father who was worried for his child that had fallen ill.

Raffles came forth to push Xing Chuan’s wheelchair. When they were about to leave, Ah Zong arrived. He looked even more worried when he saw Xing Chuan’s injury.

“Go and help. You might be able to make Lucifer feel better,” Xing Chuan urged Ah Zong. His heart ached for Lucifer’s current situation, and he couldn’t leave in peace.

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