The hotel room had a family first-aid kit. Xiang Er opened it and used alcohol to disinfect Yan Junze's wound, then stopped the bleeding, and quickly wrapped it with a compression bandage.
This was something Yan Junze had taught her. Knowing some first-aid techniques could come in handy at critical moments.
It was already daylight, and Xiang Er was still wrapped in a bath towel. She sat on the edge of the bed and said, "I was actually looking at the scenery outside the window when I heard you struggling. Then I noticed a mass of black energy enveloping your arm. Your eyes were closed, you were sweating profusely, and you kept struggling, but there was no response when I called you."
Yan Junze nodded, "It was a strangeness that has been invading my dreams. From now on, you must be present when I sleep. If you notice something wrong with me, help me like you just did."
As he spoke, the images of Ning Ji and Jia Sheng rose in Yan Junze's mind.