One minute passed... Two minutes passed... Ten minutes passed... Half an hour later, Gu Qiqi's legs were numb from sitting and her bottom was ice-cold, yet the husky still lay motionless on the ground, playing dead. Was it dead? Completely dead? Would it no longer transform into a handsome man and kill people? Still, he was quite pitiful as a dog! Look, the wound on his belly had split open again, blood flowing all the way to my feet... Gu Qiqi stared blankly, mechanically shifting her feet to avoid the winding stream of blood. Another ten minutes passed, and the blood continued to trickle on... Gu Qiqi blinked and finally straightened up. If she didn't help him soon, he'd probably bleed out and kick the bucket. But if she saved him, what if he went berserk and tried to kill someone again? To save or not to save—that was the question again! A fierce inner battle raged in Gu Qiqi's heart, but in the end, compassion won out. (Who are you kidding? Isn't it more like your lust got the better of you?) Forget it, a person shouldn't stoop to a monster's level, right? Might as well see it through—at worst, I'll bandage him up one more time. Trembling, she stepped forward, dragged the dog back into its kennel, and opened the medical kit again. She unwrapped the bandages, cleaned the wound, applied ointment, and wrapped it up with fresh bandages. Monsters were monsters, with physiques unlike ordinary people—the wound that had been so deep yesterday had already healed a lot today. At this rate, in a few days, he'd be bouncing around again. Qiqi muttered a few remarks, finished bandaging, and patted the dog's head—it seemed feverish again! She habitually pulled out a thermometer, but her face suddenly flushed red. She finally understood why the handsome man had been so furious earlier—had she... taken his temperature down there last night? At that moment, it was as if the mournful song of chrysanthemums echoed in her ears: Chrysanthemums wither, the ground is stained with sorrow... Ahh! Stop thinking nonsense! Gu Qiqi bit her lip and steeled herself—honestly! What's so taboo about taking a patient's temperature? Back in her internship days, she'd done everything from wiping patients down to taking temperatures and catheterizing them. Besides, back then, he was just a dog! Qiqi thought the Wolf King was overthinking things. Still, to keep her own skin safe, she didn't dare mess with the Wolf King again and just fed him a fever reducer. When the Wolf King woke up again, it was already dusk. Gu Qiqi had bought dinner from outside: braised beef, stir-fried pork liver, sauced duck leg, celery with lily bulbs, and white rice, plus a bowl of egg drop soup. A balanced mix of meat and veggies, nutritious, rich in vitamin C and blood-building—perfect for a patient. Wolf King, I've been good to you, haven't I? From a yard away, Gu Qiqi cautiously set down the tray of food, then darted to the door, ready to bolt at any moment. The handsome man glanced at her, slowly sat up cross-legged from the dog kennel, and leaned his back against the wall. His face was pale and weak; the setting sun streamed gently through the window, draping him in a beauty and melancholy like the twilight. Gu Qiqi stared blankly, feeling a surge of that same twilight sorrow in her own heart. Seeing that the handsome man didn't seem about to throw a fit, her compassion won out again. She plucked up her courage, pointed at the food on the tray, and said, "Um... Your Highness Wolf King, I didn't have time to make lunch, so just make do with an early lunch-dinner!" Glancing at the sunset outside, she added, "Or an early lunch-dinner-supper." That one meal cost over a hundred bucks—better make it the only one for him. The handsome man looked at the girl, then at the food, and said, "Come and serve me."