Seeing Bai Fei’s head cracked open, blood gushing out, he was still resentful of the pit Bao Gucheng dug for him.
Zuzi was also quite helpless: "Xiao Bai, the Ancestor didn’t misunderstand you. That little girl named Chu really is quite interested in you."
Bai Fei shook his head like a drum: "No, no, no, I’m not a bit interested in her!"
"Stop shaking your head, Xiao Bai..."
"So do you believe me now, little Fairy?"
"No, it’s that your blood is splattering all over everyone, so stop shaking your head."
At this moment, his head was full of blood, and a shake was just like an umbrella drenched in rain spinning... still, it was blood.
The passengers in business class gasped and screamed: "Doctor! Is there a doctor on the plane!"
Black and White Impermanence floated mid-air, hungrily eyeing the wound atop Bai Fei’s head, where a hazy spirit essence was vaguely emerging.
They silently prayed: No doctor, let there be no doctor on this flight, it’s ours, it belongs to us... oh how we crave for his soul!
A delicate figure rushed from first class: "Brother Bai!"
Chu Qiaoen ran over with her sleeves rolled up: "I can help him with emergency treatment, you guys help hold him still!"
The passengers were skeptical: "You? How old are you, have you come of age?"
Chu Qiaoen raised her head proudly and said: "I’m a student admitted to the genius class of Imperial University Medical College! I started learning medicine with my family when I was six. The Chu Family is the Empire’s top medical family; there’s no medicine I don’t understand!"
The passengers, all prominent figures from Qingcheng who could afford to sit in business class, immediately had a different look in their eyes upon hearing Chu Qiaoen’s introduction:
"So it’s the young lady of the Chu Family, definitely a deep family education."
"No wonder she doesn’t need to take the college entrance exam, directly admits to the genius class."
"Quick, help hold the injured one for Miss Chu, it’s our honor to witness a descendant of the Chu Family practicing medicine today."
Chu Qiaoen felt very pleased with this flattery, but she particularly disliked the sight of Zuzi next to Bai Fei, finally finding an excuse, she arrogantly said: "You, get out—cough, cough, cough!"
Something strange happened.
The word "out" got stuck in her throat, causing her to cough violently.
The passengers were a bit doubtful: "Are you really Miss Chu? Your spit is about to spray on the patient’s wound, isn’t that a bit..."
Faced with everyone’s doubts and the amused gaze from Zuzi, Chu Qiaoen went mad: "I am definitely the eldest daughter of the Chu Family! I’m serious about treating the illness!"
She puffed her cheeks as she spoke, pulled out a small brown porcelain bottle from her pocket, opened it, and sprinkled the medicinal powder over Bai Fei’s head wound.
Bai Fei cried out in pain: "Don’t touch me, you’re sprinkling salt on my wound!"
Then he pouted and begged Zuzi: "Little Fairy, please give me some candy, sob sob sob, if I could have one more piece of your candy before I die, I’d be satisfied."
Chu Qiaoen’s face turned green.
The highly pedigreed heir of the Chu Family used this bottle of Hemostatic Powder, a family heirloom formula worth tens of thousands, without a care.
Bai Fei actually discarded it like a worn-out shoe and instead turned to that vixen for candy???
Brother Bai, did you hit your head too hard?
But Zuzi’s attitude was both aloof and detached: "Xiao Bai, candy is not something to be eaten casually."
As if that crappy candy was worth more than her Chu Family’s Hemostatic Powder worth tens of thousands!
Chu Qiaoen gritted her teeth and simply sprinkled the entire bottle of Hemostatic Powder on top of Bai Fei’s head wound.
Today’s credit for saving Bai Fei must be hers!