"Damn it!" He cursed softly, quickly taking out a clean cloth to press on the wound.
Norris sighed, stood up, and walked over to Andre: "You're really off your game, here, take this."
He handed over a small bottle of Healing Potion.
"I'm fine, it's just a small wound, no need to trouble you, Master Norris." Andre waved his hand: "It'll stop bleeding soon."
"It's not for the small wound." Norris said seriously:
"It's for your state of mind. If you keep being so distracted, next time it might not just be a small cut on your finger."
Andre forced a smile, took the potion, and dripped a drop onto the wound.
The wound healed quickly, but the worries in his heart couldn't dissipate so easily.
At that moment, the door was flung open, and a small captain from the Law Enforcement Team rushed in, a tense expression on his face:
"Emergency situation! A Patrol Team found a corpse just on the outskirts of the North District, we need to deal with it immediately!"
