"Oh my God!"
When he returned to the clinic, Lin Yifan let out a sigh of relief.
He opened the fridge in the corner and grabbed a cold beer, drinking it all in one gulp.
The cold sensation rushed down his throat into his stomach.
But this bit of chill couldn't quell the raging fire inside him.
"No way, if this happens a couple more times, I'll bleed from the seven openings."
Taking a deep breath, Lin Yifan wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Though it was the cool autumn season, Er Yuehong had made him break out in a sweat.
He could only helplessly grab a bucket and head to the bathroom in the corner.
He took off his clothes and filled the small bucket with tap water.
The feeling of cool water pouring over him from head to toe was so comforting.
Trying not to think about what had just happened, he could only splash water over himself repeatedly.
"Who's there?"
Just as he was enjoying the relief of the dissipating fire.
His keen hearing suddenly made his face tense.
