Ignoring the distant onlookers, Su Xin walked to the roadside and hailed a cab:
"Sunshine... Community."
"Not going to the hospital?"
Su Xin weakly waved his hand, struggling to find words, and pulled out a crumpled mask from his pocket, putting it on to cover the scars on his face before leaning back on the rear seat, quietly closing his eyes to rest.
The driver, seeing this, didn't say much and started the car heading towards the Sunshine Community.
This place was not far from Su Xin's home at Sunshine Community, just a ten-minute drive, so they soon arrived at the destination.
Su Xin handed over a bill, waved his hand dismissively, refused the change the driver offered, and hurriedly walked towards his home.
He had just over five minutes before he would die.
If he died on the road and someone happened to see his injuries instantly heal, it might cause trouble, so he had to get home as quickly as possible.
