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Tan Ming glanced at him and said, not quite a consolation, that as long as one is alive, there will always be something.
Yan Qing forced a smile and agreed, "That's true."
Earlier, he had sincerely thanked him.
Tan Ming fell silent for a moment and remarked that verbal gratitude felt too cheap.
Yan Qing asked, "Then how do you want me to thank you?" For a brief moment, he regarded Tan Ming as a selfless hero who sought no reward.
"Let's talk about it later," Tan Ming replied.
In the dormitory, there were folding chairs that made sitting a bit more comfortable. He unfolded one and gestured for Yan Qing to sit down.
On his desk lay iodine, cotton swabs, and gauze—items he always kept on hand since injuries during training were common.
"Take off your pants," Tan Ming said calmly.
"Huh?" Yan Qing was taken aback.
"Just do it." Tan Ming didn’t elaborate further. Seeing the medicine in his hand, Yan Qing hesitated for a moment before reluctantly removing his pants.
Using the light from his phone, Yan Qing saw the two gaping wounds on his leg; his pants had already torn open. He gasped, "Oh no!"
It was then he realized why it hurt so much.
Tan Ming furrowed his brows tightly, thinking how lucky Yan Qing was; thankfully, the orange cat's claws had only scratched shallowly; otherwise, his leg might have been seriously damaged.
The wounds were on his thigh. After Yan Qing took off his pants, Tan Ming soaked a piece of cloth in disinfectant and carefully applied it to the wounds before skillfully wrapping gauze around his leg.
Yan Qing obediently held up his phone to provide light while watching Tan Ming treat his injuries. It was rare for him to see such meticulousness and patience in a man. He took a closer look at Tan Ming and noticed that he had striking features—his facial structure was well-defined, with an air of heroism between his brows that reminded him of a recently popular star; no, he was even more handsome than that star. There was also a scent about him that Yan Qing found appealing.
"You have long eyelashes," Tan Ming said casually as he set down the cotton swab. "It's natural."
He seemed to be the type who spoke little but exuded an air of aloofness.
Yan Qing replied, "But not as curly as mine."
At this, Tan Ming looked up at him.
Yan Qing's eyelashes were long and distinct, indeed as curled as he had said.
"Hey, you..." Yan Qing wanted to point out that it was rude, but just then, a loud noise erupted from outside. He swallowed his words and cautiously glanced towards the door.
The loud noise continued for a while, and once it faded away, Tan Ming got up. His cautious nature made him worry that with the mutation of animals, the bacteria might also mutate. He rummaged through the second shelf of his desk and found a box containing emergency medication.
He pulled out some antibiotics and anti-inflammatory pills, handing them to Yan Qing. "Just make do with these. I don't know if they'll work."
Yan Qing glanced at the pills with a grimace. "No water?"
"There isn't any in the dormitory, or you could go out and get some?" Tan Ming suggested, looking towards the door. There was a water dispenser in the far left corner of the hallway on each floor.
As soon as Yan Qing remembered the horrific sounds from the hallway earlier, he quickly declined. Not wanting to be overly dramatic, he gritted his teeth and swallowed the pills dry.
After swallowing them, a strange taste—neither sour nor bitter—spread from his throat. He couldn't help but open his mouth slightly, nearly gagging, but he managed to hold himself together and not lose his composure.
Seeing his intense reaction, Tan Ming quietly took out a throat lozenge from his pocket and offered it to him.
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