But in this dungeon, not only did I lie in a heap, but I also got injured?
In other words.
Before my official time travel, 'I' perhaps...
Had another identity?
It's really strange.....
But soon.
Xu Yun quickly put this thought aside—for no other reason than the wound being just too painful.
Seeing him gasping in pain, Will quickly looked at Thomson, anxiously saying:
"Mr. Thomson..."
A flicker of hesitation passed through Thomson's eyes, but sympathy eventually won out, and he said:
"Come with me."
Then he led Xu Yun to the side of the carriage, taking out a small wooden box from the compartment.
He opened the box, took out a roll of bandage and a small bottle.
Then he motioned Xu Yun to lean against the shaft of the carriage and unscrewed the cap of the bottle.
Instantly.
A strong smell of alcohol filled Xu Yun's nostrils.
As someone with life experience, Xu Yun was all too familiar with this smell—it's standard medical alcohol.
