Feng Huaijin was truly impressed this time.
Su Li is simply a genius; even with such injuries, she still thought about eating buns.
Was she a pig in her past life?
He was even hoping she’d instinctively reveal who the perpetrator was.
The elevator finally reached the first floor amidst Feng Huaijin’s anxious waiting.
Feng Huaijin held Su Li tightly, got in the car directly, and rushed to the hospital without a hitch.
Soon, the two figures disappeared from An Ruyi’s line of sight as she followed downstairs.
An Ruyi’s eyes turned red, while her inner panic grew daily.
She always thought she was the most special, unique one in Seventh Master Feng’s heart.
But it turns out, he could break his own rules for other women over and over, and even enjoy it.
An Ruyi’s fingernails dug deeply into her palm, and the hatred in her eyes surged like a tide.
Earlier she thought Seventh Master was special to Su Li because of her purple eyes, but her little assistant said Su Li’s purple irises were just colored contact lenses.
So, why is it that everyone’s faking it, yet Seventh Master almost shot An Ruyi in the past, but he’s so nice to Su Li?
The little assistant held back for a while and said, "Seventh Master enjoys helping others, I guess."
An Ruyi sneered and said, "Why not say Feng Huaijin is a model citizen of Jiang City?"
The little assistant fell silent.
An Ruyi felt she was losing control over the development between Su Li and Seventh Master Feng. She bit her lip, eyes full of cold light: "Keep a close watch on Su Li’s movements."
A tall, muscular figure, unable to hide his fatigue, rushed in, shouting: "Doctor!"
The late-night emergency room doctors and nurses were all present, immediately gathering forward.
Feng Huaijin was quickly pushed back out of the crowd.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed his white shirt, with a large stain of fresh blood on the chest almost blinding him.
The doctor gasped in disbelief, muttering to himself, "Minor injury?"
No one knew what sharp object caused the wound, yet it was merely a minor wound, not fatal.
The perpetrator must know their anatomy well...
Xiao Heng came over, patted Feng Huaijin, who was staring hard at the emergency room doors, and whispered, "Brother Qi, do you want to go rest for a bit?" ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ n0velfire.net
Feng Huaijin, without looking away, asked back, "Did Xu Xing arrive?"
Xiao Heng was about to answer when he saw a white figure leisurely walk in, still gnawing on a baked bun in his hand, vaguely saying, "Here, I’m here."
Feng Huaijin’s eyes darkened, and his anger surged uncontrollably. He raised his hand and knocked the bun from Xu Xing’s hand, "Still eating?"
Xu Xing’s cheeks twitched, feeling anger but dared not voice it.
These folks from Yanjing are bandits! Such bullies.
Xu Xing chuckled and said, "Don’t worry, before I came, Immortal Ji told her fortune; Su Li doesn’t have a big calamity today, so the rest of the time should go smoothly, nothing will happen."
Feng Huaijin’s handsome face tensed up, his already deep eyes growing even colder, scaring Xu Xing into a shiver, who quickly retreated to the corner.
The emergency room door suddenly opened, a doctor came out, saying, "It’s fine, a minor injury. A little recuperation at the hospital will do."
Feng Huaijin looked at the doctor, expressionless: "I’m blind?"
With so much blood lost, it’s just a minor injury?
The doctor was about to cry but explained, "It truly is a minor injury; it looks dangerous, but it’s actually fine."
Xu Xing walked in, sneering as he said, "Are you the doctor or are we the doctors?"
Xu Xing entered, saw Su Li lying pale on the hospital bed, and let out a heavy sigh, "It’s good that she’s okay."