"You're lucky. If the hit were slightly off, you'd be meeting her at the cemetery."
After bandaging the wounds of the purple-haired girl, Fang Zheng examined her closely, then turned his head and spoke to the twin-tailed girl sitting on the chair behind him.
"Th-thank you..."
Faced with this mysterious figure in a white robe, Main was at a loss for words. After all, tonight had been incredibly intense for them; just moments ago, Hill nearly died... Thinking of this, Main couldn't help but tremble.
"Does the wound still hurt?"
Fang Zheng lifted his head and asked Main. He had already checked both their injuries; the purple-haired girl Hill had a penetrating wound. Luckily, it didn't hit an artery or heart, so it just needed to be bandaged. On the contrary, Main's situation was quite severe—her right arm was a comminuted fracture, her left hand had a bone fracture, and there were some internal injuries as well.
