SAYE [Run Freely]

Chapter 50

Translate: Sae | Edit: Ice freezing-slowly

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Gu Fei didn't appear very different from normal, so he didn't think that he was seriously injured. But when he took off his jacket, Jiang Cheng ended up frowning when he caught sight of the t-shirt that was torn on the right side of his waist.

"Was this from the game?" He asked.

"En." Gu Fei tossed his jacket to the side and glanced at him, "You haven't eaten yet, right?"

"I don't have any appetite," Jiang Cheng replied.

"I'm a little hungry though." Gu Fei took out his phone, "I'll order two bowls of rice, so how about you just try to eat some?"

Jiang Cheng didn't respond.

"Stir-fried green pepper and beef," Gu Fei read off his phone. "What do you want to order? There's braised beef with potatoes, stir-fried tomato and scrambled eggs, braised eggplant..."

"Stir-fried tomato and scrambled eggs." Jiang Cheng sighed.

After Gu Fei ordered the takeaway, he took out a first-aid kit from the small cabinet next to him. He snuck a glance at Jiang Cheng and hesitated for a few seconds before he raised his arms and stripped himself of his t-shirt.

"Oh shit." Jiang Cheng was given a fright when he saw the two large gashes on his shoulder and waist, "Why didn't you just let them beat you to death ah."

"Who can beat me to death?" Gu Fei laughed as he went inside the small room.

"... do you need some help?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"Thanks," Gu Fei said.

"Does thanks fucking mean that you need it or not ah?" Jiang Cheng retorted as he stood up.

"Need." Gu Fei turned his head back to look at him.

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There were only two wounds on his body and it actually wasn't too bad. Jiang Cheng entered the small room and made his way closer to inspect the wounds more carefully. He noticed that the edges of the wounds were very irregular, meaning that the tool that caused the wounds was a really blunt one, so the gashes were basically made by tearing his skin open - it felt painful just imagining it.

He opened the first-aid kit and took out the alcohol. After mulling over it for some time, he finally asked, "Was it Hou Zi? That... brass knuckle of his?"

"Damn." Gu Fei gawked at him, a little surprised, "You can even tell this? A xueba also has this sort of affiliative ability... it wasn't Hou Zi, but Jiang Bin."

"I just guessed." Jiang Cheng held a sterilized cotton ball in one hand and the bottle of alcohol in the other. He stared at Gu Fei's wound as he contemplated on how to go about cleaning up such a large wound. Dabbing it with an alcohol-dipped cotton... would take forever for a gash as long as this. Plus, just attempting a couple of postures was already tiring. "How about we go next door to take care of it?"

"I refuse. The moment it's the afternoon or evening, there would be a bunch of uncles and aunts getting amino acid drips next door. It's basically a gossip story newsroom at this time. If I were to go there now, everyone around here would know that I've been hacked and even practically hacked to death." Gu Fei groaned, "The wound isn't even that serious. Just casually disinfect it, stick on a gauze, and it'll be fine."

"Oh," Jiang Cheng sounded in response.

"Just..." Before Gu Fei could finish speaking, Jiang Cheng had already raised his hand and poured the alcohol on the wound on his shoulder. He froze for two seconds before he gave a sharp inhale, "What the fuck?"