"Got a vehicle?" Ye Wudao asked Archie only after bandaging him.
"Yes, I've got a car parked in the sublevel one parking lot of the hospital."
Archie gasped a few breaths, feeling a bit of a burning sensation, but strangely, after Ye Wudao had applied the medicinal powder, the wound on his lower abdomen stopped bleeding, and the piercing pain began to recede, turning somewhat hot.
Just as Ye Wudao finished dealing with Archie's abdominal wound, suddenly a sound of someone kicking the door came from the entrance. Ye Wudao's ears twitched a few times, and he threw away the gauze in his hand. He then picked up the blood-stained knife from the tray and gestured to Archie to keep silent. After that, he hid beside the door with the knife in his hand, still dripping blood.
