"Boss Xie, do you really not want to look at the wound?"
Smoke was everywhere on the battlefield, and the comrades who were cleaning up the zombies with Xie Shu asked worriedly, while Xie Shu smiled disdainfully at the bleeding wound.
"My little doctor will cure me."
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"Thank you! Why are you injured again? Didn't I tell you to be careful?"
"Isn't this my little doctor?"
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Concept: In the last days, the boss also has a little doctor who needs pain.