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Soon, Lin Xuanzi arrived at the courtyard hurriedly, led by Aunt Li.
Mai Xiaomai was already waiting for him in the small pavilion, holding her painful arm.
She noticed Lin Xuanzi's hair and clothes were a bit sweaty; it was obvious he had rushed over.
Before she could call out to him as Mr. Lin, he anxiously said, "Quick, let me see the poisoned wound."
Mai Xiaomai extended her arm towards him.
However, the wound had been treated with medicine and was bleeding; she had wrapped it tightly on her own.
Lin Xuanzi carefully unwrapped the bandage and, upon seeing the wound cut by a knife that looked utterly dreadful, his eyes instantly filled with deep pity, gently blowing air on it, he asked, "Does it hurt a lot?"
"Yes."
"The poison hasn't been completely cleared; it's somewhat seeping into the bone."
Lin Xuanzi examined it closely, took a bottle of liquid from his bag, and poured it onto her wound.
