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... much and didn’t control his strength, injuring his hand. The staff brought over a medical box.
"I’ll head out first. Call me anytime if you need anything." The staff put down the medical box and considerately left.
Ruan Mengxi opened the box, took out some alcohol-soaked cotton, and treated Qi Zeyan’s finger joints. The injury wasn’t serious.
Qi Zeyan felt a bit dazed, his head slightly dizzy, as he fixed his gaze on Ruan Mengxi, feeling as if he were dreaming. Otherwise, ...
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