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Joan was also pushed back by the sudden cold wind, nearly losing her balance. The situation had completely reversed.
The flames were suppressed and could not rise, while the ominous wind swept through, seemingly covering the sky.
In the arena, Sha Qian stood tall, floating slightly above the ground, his red eyes flashing with a dangerous light.
"I, Sha Qian, have traversed for hundreds of years; what kind of characters have I not seen? Everyone wants me dead, yet they all perished while I continue to live until now.
I will not die, never! And you will eventually end up like them, becoming a lost soul under my command!"
Boom!
With a wave of his black robe, a horde of Demon Slaves emerged, each looking fierce and powerful. They were on an entirely different level compared to the ordinary Younger Brother previously summoned; their strength was multiplied countless times.
"Do you think that just because you have a flame that restrains evil, you can suppress me? In the face of absolute power, attribute suppression is nothing but child's play!"
Water can extinguish fire, and fire can evaporate water.
There is no such thing as absolute suppression in this world; as long as you are strong enough, you can forcibly reverse such suppression!
Seeing how the opponent was turning the tide with overwhelming strength, Joan's expression grew serious.
"This is a huge problem. But do you think this will make me give up?!!!"
Far away in Nanjing.
The Fat Man lay on the hospital bed, staring blankly out the window. This had become his habit over the past few days. It was as if he was praying to the heavens or waiting for their return.
He had been like this for some time now, and his friends were all very worried about him. Even Luo Chenghui came to see him. After learning that he had been ambushed and nearly killed, he was furious and prepared to take people to seek revenge.
However, the Fat Man stopped him, shaking his head in refusal.
They had been friends since childhood, practically growing up together. Now that his good brother had nearly died, how could he just let it go?
In the end, it was only after the Fat Man explained that Ye Mingshang had already gone after them that Luo Chenghui calmed down.
"If Ye Mingshang dares to act selfishly, I will kill him even if it costs me everything," were Luo Chenghui's parting words.
Looking out the window, the Fat Man sighed deeply.
"It has been ten days already; I wonder if Old Night has found Joan. I hope they haven't fought."
Shaking his head, the Fat Man felt a bit downcast.
"Is it necessary to seek revenge alone? Can't friends help you? Why, why isolate yourself like this?"
The loneliness you have always felt is something you chose for yourself.
This was a thought the Fat Man kept to himself.
The police officers stationed at the hospital had been observing his state over the past few days. The Fat Man was easygoing and friendly, able to quickly make friends with anyone. Seeing him transform from his usual silly self into this state made them feel quite distressed as well.
Until now, they actually didn't want to believe that the usually silly and playful Joan could do something like this.
"Are you sure it was really Joan who did this?" Officer A asked.
"Didn't the fat guy say it was him? Plus, Joan hasn't come back for so many days; it must be him," Officer B replied, arms crossed and eyes half-closed.
Officer A sighed, "I know, but I still can't believe Joan would do something like this."
"Don't say you don't believe it; I don't either. The day before the incident, he even took me out for barbecue. Everything seemed fine then. Who would have thought... sigh!"
"Excuse me, please."
While the two were chatting, a beautiful nurse pushed a cart over.
The door opened, and the nurse wheeled the cart inside.
The fat guy just glanced back and then turned his head away, staring out the window in a daze.
This wasn't like him at all; he used to be unable to move when he saw a pretty girl. Even when he occasionally went to the hospital before, he would tease the female nurses. This nurse was quite attractive, yet he surprisingly didn't look at her much or even say a word.
"It's time for a dressing change."
"Uh-huh."
The fat guy responded and turned to lie down on the bed.
As the bandage was removed, he felt a cool sensation on his back and wondered, "Wasn't the dressing change supposed to be tomorrow? Why is it today?"
“At this time, it’s better to change the dressing more frequently; it helps with the healing of the wound,” the nurse replied in a sweet voice.
“Oh.”
The chubby man responded, as if it were nothing.
The nurse's hand glided over his back, cool and smooth. In the past, he would have definitely made some lewd comments, but now he remained silent.
“Beautiful, your hands are so smooth. What skincare product did you use today?” the chubby man teased.
The nurse's hand trembled slightly, as if she was blushing, and playfully replied, “Oh, it’s just some snowflake cream.”
“Oh, then your skin is really nice; you’re still young.”
The chubby man chuckled and suddenly added, “By the way, did Dr. Jing send you over today?”
“Yes, yes. Dr. Jing said that your condition requires more frequent cleaning of the wound to aid recovery.”
The chubby man’s gaze flickered as he lay there, still smiling.
“Then I really need to thank Doctor Wang for thinking of me. By the way, when do you get off work? I’d like to treat you to a meal.”
“No, no need. I have a night shift later; I can’t leave,” the nurse's voice trembled slightly, as if she was shy or scared.
The chubby man's expression darkened slightly, appearing dangerous, but his voice remained gentle.
"Oh, I see. That's really unfortunate..."
Suddenly, the fat man flipped over and sat up.
The nurse was startled, and the scissors in her hand glinted coldly.
The fat man reacted quickly, instantly grabbing the nurse's hands before she could react. He flipped her over and pinned her down with his weight, rendering her unable to move.
"Tell me, who sent you?" the fat man said with a cold expression.
The nurse under him twitched her lips, seemingly frightened, and stammered, "W-What are you doing? Even if you want to date me, you have to take it step by step. At least start with dinner or something."
The fat man tightened his grip and said harshly, "Stop playing dumb. You're not a nurse at all."
The nurse's face changed dramatically, but she quickly regained her composure and stuttered, "Please don't joke around. I am definitely a nurse. If you don't let go, I'm going to call for help."
The fat man was not swayed by her words; his expression was unusually calm, and there was even a glimmer of intelligence in his eyes.
"Stop pretending. Do you really think I'm an idiot? When I asked you what skincare products you used, you told me it was snowflake cream. But nurses are not allowed to have any chemical residues on their hands while working." (To be continued.)
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