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With a foot pressed firmly on the accelerator, Zhou Haoran's old second-hand Wuling Hongguang shot forward like an arrow, leaving behind a trail of exhaust and the sound of angry roars.
"Wow, Lao Zhou, your driving skills are impressive! You could race at Akina!" Lin Yuan leaned back in his seat, gritting his teeth in pain but still managing to throw in a tease.
"Race? Are you kidding? That guy behind us is deadly!" Zhou Haoran nervously stared into the rearview mirror, his palms sweaty as he muttered, "My little Wuling, you better hold up; racing isn't your strong suit!"
Su Jiu'er’s face was pale, her breathing rapid as she weakly leaned against Lin Yuan's shoulder. "I... I'm fine..." She forced a smile, but the movement tugged at her wounds, causing her to gasp in pain.
"Don't talk; save your strength," Lin Yuan said, concern etched on his face as he supported her. He could feel her weakness radiating from her, and anxiety gnawed at him. Su Jiu'er’s injuries were far more severe than his; they needed to find a safe place to tend to her wounds quickly, or the consequences would be dire.
Zhou Haoran drove the car to the entrance of an abandoned subway station. The entrance was overgrown with weeds, and the peeling walls looked like a giant monster had opened its gaping maw. The three quickly got out of the car and disappeared into the darkness.
Inside the subway station, it was cold and damp, with a musty smell hanging in the air that made one uncomfortable. Flickering yellow lights illuminated the dust-covered walls, casting eerie shadows. The sound of dripping water echoed throughout the empty station, adding to the oppressive atmosphere.
"This place... feels even creepier than a haunted house..." Zhou Haoran shivered and rubbed his arms, complaining with a grimace, "Lao Zhou, are you sure this is a place to heal and not some horror adventure?"
"Enough chatter; find a spot to treat your wounds," Lin Yuan shot him an annoyed glare. This was no time for jokes.
The three found a relatively dry corner piled with discarded junk that emitted an unpleasant odor. Lin Yuan rummaged through his backpack and skillfully began treating both his and Su Jiu'er’s injuries.
"What do you have in that bag? It seems like you have everything!" Zhou Haoran leaned in curiously like an eager child, his eyes sparkling with interest.
"Essential supplies for home and travel!" Lin Yuan replied proudly, raising an eyebrow as he pulled out a bottle of Erguotou. "Here, for disinfection! This is a family secret recipe; it works wonders!"
“Are you serious? You're using that thing for disinfection? Aren't you afraid of alcohol poisoning?” Zhou Haoran exclaimed in horror, quickly waving his hands in refusal. “I think I'll pass; I'm worried I might get drunk before I even heal.”
“Stop talking nonsense! This is a good thing!” Lin Yuan shot him a glare, pouring some alcohol onto his wound. He winced and sucked in a breath, “Damn, that’s intense!”
Seeing Lin Yuan's comical expression, Su Jiu'er couldn't help but chuckle, a hint of color returning to her previously pale face.
“You're laughing? Hurry up and treat your wounds!” Lin Yuan shot her an annoyed look; how could she still find time to laugh at him?
Su Jiu'er pulled out an ancient wooden box from her pocket, which emitted a faint scent of sandalwood. Inside was a piece of crystal-clear jade that radiated a soft glow. “What is this…?” Lin Yuan asked curiously, noticing the jade looked extraordinary.
“This is Millennium Warm Jade; it can accelerate the recovery of Lingqi,” Su Jiu'er explained, placing the jade on Lin Yuan's chest. A warm current instantly spread throughout his body, like a ray of sunlight on a winter day—warm and comforting.
Lin Yuan sighed contentedly, “This thing is way better than a hot water bottle! Jiu'er, this treasure of yours…”
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