370 was taught a lesson
Jun Chi opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to argue with something.
Under Xiao Yi's exasperated gaze, he still submitted.
Without a word, he sat quietly on the stool.
Xiao Yi began to carefully examine his injuries, commenting sarcastically as he did so, "Impressive, a dislocated left hand, more than ten abrasions on the arm, and the deepest one still has grit not cleaned out? What are you? A clam? Planning to wrap them up and produce a couple of pearls for fun?"
Jun Chi shook his head, "It looks severe, but it's not life-threatening."
Xiao Yi rolled his eyes, "If it was life-threatening, could you still be sitting here talking to me?!"
Angrily, he took the cotton wool and antiseptic solution to clean the wounds.
The clear antiseptic solution touched the wounds, bubbling densely, quickly fading the flesh as if it were soaked paper, seemingly breaking at the slightest touch.