Xi Yu, who was being threatened, clicked his tongue and said through gritted teeth, "Why don't you let go of the spot? Otherwise, how am I supposed to examine Miss Ji?"
The spot next to the bed was occupied by Yun Zhen, his brow slightly furrowed, with urgency hidden in his eyes.
And still, he dared to say he had no feelings for Miss Ji, isn't he just deceiving himself?
Yun Zhen stepped back a few paces, aware that his reaction was excessive, yet unable to control his words and actions.
His head throbbed painfully.
He wanted to pinch the bridge of his nose, but then noticed the blood on his hand.
Yun Zhen suffered from severe obsessive-compulsive cleanliness, but for some reason, he didn't find the blood on his hand dirty.
Instead, his heart trembled a few times.
With so much blood lost, and the injuries to vital areas, could Ji Mingzhu, a frail woman with no strength to even truss a chicken, really be alright?
