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Zhou Haoran slammed the accelerator to the floor, and the old second-hand Wuling Hongguang shot forward like an arrow, leaving behind a trail of exhaust and a furious roar.
“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 tease.
“Race? Are you kidding? That guy behind us is deadly!” Zhou Haoran nervously stared at the rearview mirror, his palms sweaty as he muttered, “My little Wuling, you have to hold on; racing isn’t your strong suit!”
Su Jiu'er’s face was pale, her breath rapid as she weakly leaned against Lin Yuan's shoulder. “I… I’m fine…” She forced a smile, but the movement pulled at her wounds, causing her to gasp in pain.
“Don’t talk; conserve your strength,” Lin Yuan said, his heart aching as he supported her. He could feel her weakness and was filled with anxiety. Su Jiu'er’s injuries were far more serious than his; they needed to find a safe place to treat her wounds quickly, or the consequences would be dire.
Zhou Haoran drove the car into an abandoned subway station. The entrance was overgrown with weeds, and the peeling walls looked like a giant monster opening its gaping maw. The three quickly got out of the car and vanished into the darkness.
Inside the subway station, it was cold and damp, with a musty smell permeating the air that made it uncomfortable. The flickering yellow lights cast eerie shadows on the dust-covered walls. The sound of dripping water echoed through 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 for healing and not some horror adventure?”
“Less talking, 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 some discarded junk that emitted an unpleasant odor. Lin Yuan rummaged through his backpack and skillfully tended to both his and Su Jiu'er’s injuries.
“What do you have in that bag? It seems like you have everything!” Zhou Haoran curiously leaned over like an inquisitive child, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.
“Essential supplies for home and travel!” Lin Yuan proudly raised an eyebrow as he pulled out a bottle of Erguotou from his bag. “Here, for disinfection! This is a family secret recipe; it works wonders!”
"I can't believe you're using that to disinfect! Aren't you afraid of alcohol poisoning?" Zhou Haoran exclaimed, his face filled with terror as he quickly waved his hands in refusal. "I'd rather pass. I'm worried I might get drunk before I even heal."
"Stop talking nonsense! This is a great thing!" Lin Yuan shot him a glare, pouring some alcohol over his wound. He winced, letting out a sharp breath, "Damn, that's intense!"
Su Jiu'er couldn't help but burst into laughter at Lin Yuan's comical expression, 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, irritated that she still had the energy to laugh at him.
Su Jiu'er pulled out an ancient wooden box from her pocket, which emitted a faint scent of sandalwood. When she opened it, inside lay a translucent piece of 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 as she placed the jade on Lin Yuan's chest. A warm current instantly spread throughout his body, like a ray of sunshine on a winter day—warm and comforting.
Lin Yuan sighed in relief, "This thing is way better than a hot water bottle! Jiu'er, this treasure of yours..."
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