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Larry was thrilled to see Sloane, but every tLucas calong, he couldn't help finding him a nuisance.

During his hospital stay, Sloane visited every other day to perform acupuncture on him. If it meant getting more

twith her, he honestly wouldn't have minded staying sick forever. But Sloane was a true healer, he didn’t

even have the chance to fake an illness.

“With how you're doing now, you'll be ready for discharge tomorrow,” Sloane said after checking Larry's pulse.

Larry felt a pang of disappointment at her words, but his face held a calm, polite smile. “That's great news. It's

all thanks to your treatments that I've healed so quickly.”

Sloane packed up her acupuncture tools, glanced up at him, and reminded, “You're recovering really well, your

meridians have mostly cleared up, and the internal bruising has nearly disappeared. Just take the pills | gave you

on schedule, do slight training, and you'll be completely fine.”

Larry nodded, though a trace of reluctance stirred in his heart. He knew that once he left the hospital, he

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wouldn't get to see her nearly as often.

“Sloane, thank you so much for everything these past few days,” Larry said sincerely. “Once I've recovered, let

“Alright.” Sloane didn’t turn him down like she might've in the past.

Larry froze for a beat, pleasantly surprised, then broke into a bright smile. “It’s a date, then.”

Sloane replied seriously, “You got hurt trying to save me-I should be the one thanking you.”

“No...” Larry nearly blurted out, | saved you because | wanted to.

But Sloane spoke again before he could, “I'm not the kind of person who likes to owe favors. 1 remember what

you did for me. If you ever need anything in the future, I'll do everything | can to help you.” Her tone was steady

and firm, her eyes meeting his directly.

Larry’s emotions tangled up at her words. He didn’t want her to repay him out of gratitude— he just wanted her

to understand how he felt. But when he tried to speak, he couldn’t find the

words.

Just then, Lucas walked through the door. “Sloane, are you done packing up? I'll take you back to the training

center.”

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“Yeah, all set,” Sloane said, lifting her bag. She turned to Larry and said, “Mr. Larry, get sgood rest. We'll be

heading out now.”

Larry nodded and forced a smile. “Okay.”

As Sloane and Lucas left the hospital room together, Larry watched their backs disappear down the hall, a bitter

heaviness welling up inside him. His fists clenched, a flicker of resentment flashing in his eyes.

“Lucas, why do you have to be everywhere...” he muttered under his breath, jealousy thick in his voice.

Once they were in the car, Sloane glanced at Lucas, who was driving. “Larry’s injuries are healing well. He should

be discharged tomorrow.”

Lucas gave a short nod. “That's good. Now you won't have to keep running back and forth between the training

center and the hospital. You can focus on the tournament.”

At the mention of the tournament, a confident smile spread across Sloane’s face. She looked at Lucas’ silhouette

and teased, “You of all people know exactly how strong I am, right, Coach of Team 9?”

She deliberately drew out the word “Coach”, her tone playful.

Lucas’ hand on the steering wheel paused ever so slightly; his ears turned faintly red. He gave a small cough and

forced himself to sound composed. “You've got talent, no doubt. But things can change in an instant on the

battlefield-you still have to stay sharp.”

Sloane chuckled, leaning back in her seat as her gaze wandered out the window. “Relax. You trained and taught

The moment Lucas heard the word “trained,” his grip on the steering wheel tightened; his knuckles turned a

shade paler.

His ears burned even hotter, and his heart began to race.

He instinctively pressed his lips together, trying to steady his voice. “Do you remember those muscle restoration

pills | bought from you the other day?”

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