Sikong Jian gave himself a simple wound treatment.
The flesh around the wound was a bit turned out, with some burn marks, and he poured a good amount of iodine on it.
The irritating liquid stung his skin, and he gritted his teeth, swiftly applying gauze.
During the chase, the enemy took a shot at him, which did not hit any vital parts as the bullet grazed his shoulder.
It was while dodging that he injured his knee and lost the opportunity to capture the opponent.
The real injury was here, although the knee was a superficial wound.
Sikong Jian threw a bunch of bloodied cotton swabs into the toilet and fiercely pressed the flush button.
Fortunately, Lu Mian didn't discover it.
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Early the next morning, Wa Zhiqi and his team came to visit Lu Mian and Xiao Qimo.
Lu Mian briefly described the events, including the matter regarding H.
"H?"