In the courtyard house, in one of the rooms of the main house.
Yin Shaojie was sitting on a bamboo chair. Cold sweat beaded his forehead. He turned his gaze back as he tried to unwrap a bandage around his hip bone.
"Shaojie, you're hurt?" Song Shijun pushed the door open and entered. Upon seeing him in this state, he understood immediately.
Yin Shaojie lifted his gaze and looked at him. "Come help me."
Song Shijun hurried over and helped him take the bandage off. After seeing the wound, he frowned and asked, "What happened?"
It didn't look like a knife wound or a gunshot. It just looked like a horrifyingly bloody mess.
"Don't ask, just hurry!" Yin Shaojie said anxiously. He was counting the time internally. Xiaoxiao needed at least ten minutes to shower. He had to hurry up and settle this so that he could return before she came out so that she wouldn't get suspicious.