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His right arm rested on the armrest, his palm soaked with fresh blood, the downward-facing palm still oozing blood.
"Young Master, please extend your hand." Without receiving a response, Mo Shisan spoke again, his tone always so respectful.
"..." Ya Shitian still did not respond.
Mo Shisan hesitated for a moment, "Young Master, I apologize for the offense."
He set down the items and reached for Ya Shitian's palm, but before he could touch it, Ya Shitian swung his hand away.
"Get out—"
"Young Master, you need to apply medicine."
Ya Shitian, expressionless, said, "Get out."
Resisting the pressure, Mo Shisan loyally said, "You've lost too much blood; it must be stopped."
"What, are my words not effective?" A threatening aura burst from Ya Shitian's eyes.
"No."
"Then get out!"
"I'll leave after I stop the bleeding for you," Mo Shisan said with his head lowered, resolved.
Ya Shitian was about to get angry when the bathroom door clicked open.
