Hearing the sound, Qiao Jing suddenly looked up.
Seeing Zhan Qipei regaining consciousness, she let out a sigh of relief.
"Remember, the last time you pulled... pulled down my trousers, it was during our... our first meeting."
There was a faint smile on Zhan Qipei’s somewhat pale face, his speech intermittent and weak.
Upon hearing his words, memories flooded back into Qiao Jing’s mind.
The images of that time began to superimpose bit by bit with the current scene.
The first time she met Zhan Qipei, he had suffered a gunshot wound to the upper thigh.
She had brought Zhan Qipei back home from the cornfield and performed surgery on him...
"That time, you pulled my..."
Zhan Qipei’s weak voice pulled Qiao Jing’s thoughts back from her memories.
Looking at the bloodless face of his, Qiao Jing frowned slightly and spoke helplessly, "You’re in this state, yet you still talk so much."
"I need to remove the bullet from your wound now, so close your mouth. Don’t talk. Save your energy."
With that said, she carefully began to pull down Zhan Qipei’s trousers.
This similar scenario couldn’t help but remind Zhan Qipei of the first time Qiao Jing performed surgery on him.
He chuckled softly, unable to resist speaking again, "Do you still remember, when you pulled down my trousers at the beginning, I..."
Qiao Jing’s eyebrows were tightly knit, her expression serious as she interrupted Zhan Qipei’s words, "Did you even listen to what I just said?"
"You’re losing too much blood. If we don’t deal with it, the injury could get worse, and it might even endanger your life!"
She was so worried, yet this man seemed to care so little about his own life—it was infuriating!
Zhan Qipei had more to say, but upon opening his mouth, he realized that Qiao Jing’s expression was earnest, clearly not too pleased.
So, he swallowed his words, obediently closed his mouth, and watched with interest as Qiao Jing prepared to perform the surgery.
After setting Zhan Qipei’s trousers aside, Qiao Jing picked up a cotton swab and antiseptic for the pre-surgery sterilization.
Once the sterilization was finished, she grabbed the scalpel and tweezers, ready to extract the bullet from Zhan Qipei’s wound.
Seeing this, Zhan Qipei gathered his brows, which were dense as mountains and mist, and said, "Wait a minute!"
Qiao Jing paused in her movements, looking at him quizzically, "What is it?"
Suddenly halting the procedure, could it be he had a fear of surgery and was getting scared?
As Qiao Jing was about to offer some reassurance, Zhan Qipei’s weak voice reached her ears again, "My underwear, you haven’t taken it off yet."
Hearing this, Qiao Jing’s expression slightly changed, and she looked at Zhan Qipei with a somewhat strange gaze.
As if Zhan Qipei felt none of the change in her expression, he continued, "The first time, you took mine off, didn’t you? Why not this time?"
He remembered clearly how Qiao Jing had removed his underwear last time, her movements decisive and without hesitation!
Qiao Jing twitched the corner of her mouth, speaking with a speechless expression, "The situation that time was different from this time. Although the gunshot is roughly in the same location, this time the wound isn’t as close to, cough cough... that area, there’s some distance, so there’s no need to take it off."
Zhan Qipei’s brows furrowed tighter, his tone tinged with a hint of unwillingness, "Even if it’s not very close, didn’t you tell me last time that it was too, what, bushy?"
"If we don’t take it off, are you sure it won’t affect the operation?"
At that, Qiao Jing was completely speechless.
She glared at Zhan Qipei and said in a serious tone, "I’m saying this again, keep your mouth shut, and don’t talk until the surgery is over!"
Having lost so much blood, his face was so pale, yet he still had so much to say. If he didn’t shut up, she was tempted to give this man an anesthetic right away!
Seeing that Qiao Jing seemed to be getting angry, Zhan Qipei didn’t dare to fuss any longer and hurriedly said with a weak voice, "Alright, alright, I’ll stop talking."
After that, the room finally became quiet.
Qiao Jing concentrated her efforts and focused diligently, removing the bullet from Zhan Qipei’s wound and then stitching it up.
The entire surgical process was smooth and uninterrupted.
After it was over, Qiao Jing put away the surgical tools and turned her head to find that Zhan Qipei had already fallen asleep.
She lifted her hand, gently caressed Zhan Qipei’s face, and looked at him with a deep gaze.
Zhan Qipei waking up halfway through was something she hadn’t expected.
He must be thoroughly exhausted by now, and indeed, it was time for him to have a good rest.
Zhan Qipei’s injury this time made her see her own heart clearly, and she began to seriously confront her feelings for Zhan Qipei.
Previously, she was uncertain and hesitant, but now she was very clearly aware that she truly, deeply loved Zhan Qipei...
After sitting beside the bed for a while and making sure Zhan Qipei’s condition was stable, Qiao Jing stood up and walked out of the room.
She hadn’t walked far when she encountered Wu Xirui coming down the corridor towards her.
By Wu Xirui’s side, there was also a woman dressed in a professional suit.
The woman was beautiful and well figure, but she was looking down, making it somewhat difficult to discern her expression.
Soon, the two people approached Qiao Jing.
Before Qiao Jing could speak, Wu Xirui gave a cold glance at Lin Ziqi by his side, the warning in his eyes was intensely strong.
Receiving Wu Xirui’s gaze, Lin Ziqi reluctantly stepped forward, clenched her teeth, knelt down before Qiao Jing, and said, "I’m sorry, Miss Qiao, the whole incident was my fault. Please be magnanimous, I hope you can forgive me."
Qiao Jing lowered her gaze and looked at the woman kneeling before her, curiosity arising within her.
One thing was certain, she did not know this woman.
So, why was this person apologizing to her?
She withdrew her gaze and turned to look at Wu Xirui, her eyebrows arched as she asked, "Explain, what’s this all about?"
Wu Xirui pursed his lips and explained, "When Zhan Qipei received the location you sent, she happened to be there with me."
"While we set off to find you, she secretly disclosed your whereabouts to John, which is how he knew you were on that island and came to capture you."
After hearing this, Qiao Jing came to understand.
She had found it strange—despite her having turned off both the signal emitter and her phone, how could John and Frank locate her hideout so precisely?
Turns out her location had been leaked by this woman!
Qiao Jing’s eyes once again fell on Lin Ziqi, her look now carrying a few shades colder.
Watching Qiao Jing, Wu Xirui continued, "Although she has always been by my side, she did something this time she shouldn’t have and nearly harmed you."
"Therefore, I’m handing her over to you, to deal with as you see fit."
Hearing Wu Xirui say this, Lin Ziqi’s expression instantly turned ugly.
Her hands clenched into fists, her fingertips digging into her palms.