At this moment, Luo Xiao had no idea what formula they wanted, he played it by ear and agreed, "Alright, also, have them clean my wound."
The nearby subordinate glared at him, "You're dreaming!"
Luo Xiao sneered, "I can't write the formula like this, my hand hurts."
"..."
Jesse instructed, "Go get the medical kit, I'll clean it myself."
The subordinate widened his eyes but had no choice but to comply.
After the wound was cleaned, Luo Xiao also requested them to change him into clean clothes. Both sides of his collarbones had been treated, although painful they felt very cooling. He stood up, and the subordinates next to him reached out to seize his hand.
Luo Xiao turned slightly, "Don't grab me, if it hurts, I might not be able to write the formula."
"..."
Several subordinates were angry enough to spit blood, but none dared to touch him. If he really couldn't write the formula, the Hall Master might skin them alive.
