But if he didn’t go to the hospital, could he survive such severe gunshot wounds? Could she handle it herself?
Qiqi pondered all the possibilities, her mind in a turmoil.
Just then, probably jostled during the move, Rong Yi was jolted awake by the pain.
His handsome brows furrowed slightly, his eyes drowsy as if waking from a long sleep, and he called out in a hoarse voice, “Qiqi…”
Qiqi’s hand trembled as she rushed to the bedside: “Rong Yi! You’re awake?”
Her eyes were red, her voice quivering, her tense demeanor as if she might burst into tears at any moment.
Rong Yi weakly lifted his eyes, scanning the girl from head to toe, and asked softly, “Are you… alright?”
Qiqi quickly nodded.
Rong Yi immediately let out a huge sigh of relief, as if releasing a tightly wound string, closed his eyes, and panted, “That’s good, that’s good…”
His voice was very low, as if he might pass out at any moment.
Qiqi panicked and shouted, “Rong Yi! Don’t you dare sleep! Wake up!”
A person losing blood was most afraid of losing consciousness and slipping into a coma; so, she couldn’t let him close his eyes again!
Rong Yi forced his eyes open and gave her a reassuring smile: “Don’t be scared, I’m fine…”
His face was as pale as paper at that moment, yet he still strained to curl his lips into a weak smile—such a fragile, heartbreaking expression, yet stunningly beautiful, almost like a final flicker of life before the end…
A wave of terror washed over Qiqi, and a deep sense of helplessness surged through her.
“You call this fine?” She really started crying.
Two teardrops, as big as beans, tumbled from her beautiful eyes, landing right on the corner of Rong Yi’s mouth.
Rong Yi stuck out his tongue and licked them, a glint of mischief in his eyes: “So salty…”
Qiqi was instantly speechless, caught between laughter and tears.
Was this guy really okay? At a time like this, he still had the nerve to joke!
Gritting her teeth, she suddenly leaned down and bit into the back of his left hand!
“Mm-hmm…”
Rong Yi let out a groan, squinting his eyes, looking at Qiqi with an incredulous expression—she was bent over beside him, her face buried in his left palm; her long, soft brown hair fell in front of her face, hiding her clear eyes.
A gentle, warm sensation spread from the back of his left hand, tingling and slightly itchy, like a kitten sticking out its tongue, softly licking his skin…
“Qiqi, what… what are you doing?” Rong Yi couldn’t help but groan again, struggling to move his fingers, trying to pull her away.
He didn’t know what she was up to, but he remembered that his left hand had been corroded by some strange drug last night. When he retreated to a hiding spot and licked the wound himself, his tongue had nearly been damaged! That drug was clearly extremely toxic and corrosive! Though several hours had passed since last night, he was still afraid Qiqi might get hurt by that liquid—after all, she was now licking his wound with her tongue!
Rong Yi wanted to push Qiqi away, but the strange, numbing sensation from his left arm left him weak all over, and his face flushed suspiciously.
“Qiqi, don’t, don’t, mm-hmm…” he groaned.
Qiqi licked a few times, then smacked her lips—the taste of sulfuric acid was… well, unpleasant. But Rong Yi had been hurt saving her, so no matter what, she had to save him. Even if this method of treatment was… a bit hard to accept, and she wasn’t sure if it would even work, she had never treated such a serious wound before…