Yi Zhonghai stared at Shazhu’s wretched state for a long moment before finally snapping back to his senses. Panic-stricken, he rushed to Shazhu’s side, his face etched with concern as he asked urgently:
"Zhuzi, how are you? Are you alright? Is it serious? Should I take you to the hospital right now?"
Shazhu lay on the ground, both hands still clutching his crotch, cold sweat beading on his forehead. Gritting his teeth, he squeezed out a reply:
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