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Evening time.
Ye Xuan had already made plans, sending Xuanyuan Yusheng and others away from the villa. Meng Weijia led the Q company personnel back to the Northern Federation, ready to respond to Ye Xuan's call at any time.
After sending everyone away, the villa became empty again, appearing very desolate.
Ye Xuan was severely injured; he needed time to heal, but currently, the situation was urgent, and time was limited for him.
He hurried to the bathroom, took off his clothes, and quickly cleaned his wounds with the clear water from the shower. Some wounds that hadn't dried started bleeding again, with blood dripping to the floor along Ye Xuan's wounds.
Ye Xuan gritted his teeth, enduring the heart-wrenching pain from the tearing of his wounds, and took out a golden sore medicine he prepared earlier, applying it to his wounds.
"Ah!"
The white powder was applied to the wound, instantly causing a burning pain like fire, radiating from Ye Xuan's wounds.
