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Hiss...
As Zhang Qingyu was treating my wound, I couldn't help but gasp in pain. It hurt so much. Being hit on the head with that rusty lock before hadn't felt like this. Of course, back then, my attention was probably all focused on Qian Wang. Although it also hurt at the time, it wasn't as intensely painful as it is now.
If I had to describe the level of pain, it was like being nicked with a small knife before, whereas now it felt as if dozens of knives were slashing at me simultaneously.
"Can't you be a little gentler? It hurts," I managed to say through clenched teeth, while my hand was tightly clutching Zhang Qingyu's bedsheets, wrinkling them with a squeaking noise.
"Alright, alright, I'll be gentler. Stop clutching my bedsheets, will you? I only have this one, and if it tears, it's useless," Zhang Qingyu blurted out in panic when he saw what I was doing.
Great, just my luck. His panic caused his elbow to jolt into the wound on my head. The pain was excruciating.
