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Damn, I forgot to mind the volume. It's not about padding the word count.
Doggie was in pain, but thanks to that life-saving chip, combined with Chen Yuan's accelerated disinfection and the application of red mold cream to raw flesh, the degree of damage to its wound was efficiently readjusting. At one point, it reached 23, nearly turning light green.
In the end, Chen Yuan wrapped its wound in gauze.
After bandaging, the shivering dog stood up and rubbed its black-and-yellow head against Chen Yuan's palm.
"Zhou Yu, your hair is a little oily..."
Although Chen Yuan didn't want to touch it, Doggie was really affectionate, and with its delicate features, even nuzzling him with squinted eyes didn't seem lewd or rogue-like.
This trait was rather uncharacteristic of a person from his past who shared its name.
Well, it's about time I left.
As Chen Yuan picked up the remaining unused medicine, he suddenly perceived something and immediately turned his head to look.