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The very wound that he had inflicted on himself, not long before, had been stitched up by Dong Huiying, one stitch at a time. But how long had it been?
Merely a quarter of an hour, not even half an hour, and the wound had healed?
He even began to doubt whether he had been dreaming. Yet the blood on the ground and his collar served as clear and definite proof; he had indeed been injured, but the wound had also truly healed.
Shocked, he remained in a daze for a long time, unable to snap back to reality.
"Big brother, what happened to your clothes?"
After cleaning the bloodstains in the cellar, Zhi Chen emerged to find his fifth brother Yue Ning staring at him with wide eyes.
Zhi Chen touched his collar and said with a natural expression, "It's been quite hot lately. I was wearing too much on my way back and might have overheated. I just had a nosebleed a moment ago."
Yue Ning suspected nothing. Just then, the sound of an infant's cries suddenly came from next door.
