Lin also stood beside the sofa, took the heavy, dark red wooden box off Gu Qingxin's back, and placed it on the side of the coffee table.

Gu Qingxin leaned back on the sofa, her breathing shallow: "The first-aid kit is on the wardrobe in the bedroom. Thank you."

Lin nodded, then turned and went into the bedroom. There was indeed a white first-aid kit on top of the wardrobe. Lin took it down and carried it back to the living room.

At this moment, Gu Qingxin was extremely weak and lay motionless on the sofa.

Lin knelt down in front of her, moving very gently, and slowly helped her take off the blood-stained coat.

After removing the coat, the scene inside was even more shocking.

The white shirt was completely soaked in blood from the right arm to the shoulder, the red and white lines stark and distinct.

The injury is located on the upper arm, near the shoulder. To treat it, you must take off this close-fitting top.

Lin also glanced at Gu Qingxin. The two had only met by chance, and even if it was for the purpose of saving someone, it would obviously violate the rules of propriety between men and women to make her take off her underwear directly.

He opened the first-aid kit, took out a pair of medical scissors, and looked at Gu Qingxin's calm face.

"I cut open the sleeve."

Gu Qingxin nodded slightly, remaining silent throughout.

Lin stood up, gently pinched the blood-soaked fabric with one hand, and with the other hand holding scissors, cut upwards along the edge.

The sharp scissors made a soft, shuffling sound as they cut into the fabric, until they reached below the shoulder. He then pulled the cut sleeve open to reveal the skin underneath.

On her once fair arm, a laceration stretching over ten centimeters long was now clearly visible.

The flesh was rolled outwards, and fresh blood was constantly seeping out from the deep crevice where the bone was visible.

Lin Ye's gaze lingered on the wound and the fabric hanging to the side for two seconds.

The clothes were not damaged, but the flesh inside was cut open by some force.

This kind of attack, which ignores physical defenses, acts directly on the body, and even has some kind of rule-based attribute, is clearly something that ordinary people cannot do.

He didn't ask Gu Qingxin what had happened. He took the tweezers, picked up a cotton ball, dipped it in hemostatic agent, and began to clean the blood around the wound.

When the medicine came into contact with the rolled-up flesh, it made a slight sound. This sharp pain, which directly stimulated the nerves and muscles, was enough to make an ordinary person cry out in pain, or even convulse.

But Gu Qingxin remained quietly leaning against the back of the sofa, staying awake throughout.

Apart from her lips losing all color and turning as pale as paper, her expression remained gentle and serene.

In Lin Ye's eyes, she was like a battle-hardened warrior who was already used to these pains.

On her pale, delicate face, there was not a trace of the fragility and fear that an ordinary girl would have when faced with such pain.

Lin put down the blood-stained cotton ball, picked up a roll of clean gauze, and wrapped it around her arm, finally tying a knot.

"Okay." Lin also took out a tissue and wiped away the bloodstains that had accidentally gotten on her hands.

Gu Qingxin glanced at the bandaged wound, then turned her gaze to Lin Ye.

……

……

Wilderness.

Two extremely disheveled figures were struggling to move forward.

With each step Choi Ho-jin took forward, his weak body would sway uncontrollably.

His once fine and expensive clothes were now tattered, with a deep, bone-revealing gash across his back.

The wound split his spine straight through, leaving behind a lingering, inescapable force that made it impossible for him to stop the bleeding. He could only let the warm liquid drip down his back and into the soil.

Walking next to him, Kamiya looked even more miserable. His face was contorted in pain, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. His usual arrogance had completely vanished.

His right sleeve hung empty in the wind, his entire arm severed cleanly at the root, the cut surface of the wound as smooth as a mirror, even the bone fragments were cleanly shaved away by some extremely sharp weapon.

"I never expected that encountering a mere Chen-level expert in Xia Shang territory would be so troublesome. Even with the two of us working together, we were almost killed by her."

Choi Ho-jin was breathing heavily, his voice hoarse as if sandpaper was rubbing against each other.

He recalled the almost suffocating sense of oppression he had just experienced, and a deep sense of lingering fear still remained in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Kamiya's face, already contorted with pain, became even more sinister and terrifying.

"She's not feeling well either."

At this point, Kamiya recalled another person, and the anger in his eyes boiled over once more.

He turned his head and stared in a certain direction, his only remaining left hand clenched into a fist, his nails almost digging into his flesh.

"It's all that damned shrewish nun's fault! If she hadn't brought this trouble to us, how could we have gotten ourselves into this deadly battle for no reason?"

Kamiya cursed furiously, the tearing pain from his severed arm a constant reminder of the crushing defeat he had just suffered.

He held a high position in the Heavenly Realm and had never suffered such a humiliation. He was crushed like a drowning dog and even had his arm cut off. If he had run slower, he might have died here today.

"Once my abilities recover a little, I will personally drag that shrewish Taoist nun out and crush every bone in her body, inch by inch!"

……

……

"Thanks to you for being here today. I'll treat you and Shen Yi to dinner next time."

Lin closed the white first-aid kit: "Okay, you should get some rest."

He agreed readily, without asking any further questions about the details of how the wound was caused.

Lin put the first-aid kit back on top of the wardrobe in the bedroom, then walked to the entrance, pushed open the security door and went out.

He already knew the answer to Gu Qingxin's identity when he saw the wound.

She was a player, but she used some special method beyond Lin Ye's current understanding to shield her own magnetic field and perfectly disguise herself as an ordinary person.

However, Lin did not sense even the slightest bit of malice from her.

Four or five days have passed.

Lin originally thought that even if her arm injury had not fully healed, she would soon recover from her weakened state.

But these past few days, the meal she promised hasn't materialized, and the security door across the street has remained tightly shut.

That evening, Shen Yi was preparing ingredients for dinner in the kitchen when, amidst the sound of running water, she turned to look at Lin Ye, who was sitting on the sofa looking at his phone.

"Lin Ye, don't you think it's strange?" Shen Yi said softly. "I haven't seen Sister Qingxin for several days. When she first moved in, we would run into each other almost every time we went up or down the stairs."

"I've probably been busy lately," Lin replied casually.

He looked away from his phone screen; Gu Qingxin's injuries were probably more serious than he had seen.

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