Xie Ning grabbed a pair of clean medical gloves and slapped them hard against the red-haired kid's chest. "Put them on. Don't let me catch you chatting with Yu Tianfeng again. From now on, stay far away from him."
"If I see you looking for him again, I'll beat you every single time. Got it?"
Abbot nodded vigorously. He wouldn't dare say he didn't understand at a time like this.
"I can't stand treacherous little schemers like you. It's 'friend' this and 'friend' that, but to you, friends are just something to be sold out."
"You cozy up when there's something to gain, then sell them out the second there isn't!" Xie Ning kicked him and ordered coldly, "Get to it. Heal him, then get lost!"
Abbot knew he had seriously offended the Sixth-rank powerhouse this time. Not daring to waste another word, he ducked his head, shuffled past her, and hurried over to the semi-conscious Yu Xiaofei.
