Even though she possessed extraordinary abilities unknown to others, capable of healing his burns, or could even exceed herself by using her medical knowledge to help remove some shrapnel, the gunshot wound on his chest was something she dared not touch recklessly—that was the location of his heart! Without absolute certainty, how could she risk Rong Yi's life?
Suddenly, a thought struck her, and she had a flash of inspiration: "Why don't we go find Senior Brother Lu? His family has an advanced operating room, and he himself is a skilled doctor... I think if I plead with him for help, he'll definitely treat the gunshot wound on your chest!"
Although doing so would arouse Senior Brother Lu's suspicions, the situation was critical now, and when faced with two evils, choose the lesser—healing Rong Yi's injuries was the most important thing!
Unexpectedly, Rong Yi refused outright, his tone carrying a hint of hostility: "No, I won't go beg him!"
Qiqi quickly said, "You don't have to say anything; I'll go find him myself! It's not really begging anyway—saving lives and healing the wounded is every doctor's duty..."
Rong Yi still shook his head, his tone firm: "No, I won't go, and you're not allowed to either!"
Look, the domineering demon was throwing a tantrum again!
Considering he was injured, Qiqi patiently explained, "Senior Brother is a good person. He hurt you because he had no choice... The situation back then was really critical! And at that time, you seemed to have lost your mind!"
She paused here, looking at him with a worried expression.
Why had he lost his mind? Why had he transformed into a terrifying monster?
There must be some unknown secrets hidden within Rong Yi, right?
Rong Yi's eyes dimmed as the girl fell silent, but he didn't offer much explanation: "In short, I won't allow you to go find him. He's a demon, Qiqi, you have to trust me!"
He lifted his gaze, his beautiful phoenix eyes looking at the girl with a soothing expression: "Also, don't worry about my injuries. These are just minor wounds, nothing serious!"
"Such a gunshot wound counts as minor?" Qiqi's eyes widened.
Rong Yi forced a faint smile: "That's right, these are all minor injuries. Once I regain my strength, I can naturally use my inner energy to force out those pieces of metal! The real problem now is the wound on my chest—it prevents me from channeling my energy, so I can't use my inner power... Therefore, I need to remove that thing first!"
Seeing the fear in Qiqi's eyes, he knew she didn't dare to act, so he strained to reach out and pull over the first aid kit on the bedside table—inside was a complete set of scalpels that Qiqi had bought for experiments.
"You... what are you going to do?" Qiqi's voice began to tremble.
"Nothing, just treating the wound!" Rong Yi said with a calm smile, quickly grabbing a sharp scalpel and, with lightning speed, slashing toward his chest!
With a "hiss," the skin was cut open, and blood immediately gushed out, like a venomous snake suddenly spitting out its crimson forked tongue!
"You..."
Qiqi's eyes widened, and she nearly fainted—Rong Yi had cut open his own wound!
"Qiqi..."
The scalpel stopped at his chest. Rong Yi gritted his teeth, beads of sweat the size of beans rapidly dripping from his forehead: "I... I don't have the strength left. The rest... you'll have to help me..."
As he spoke, his hand dropped.
Qiqi trembled all over and let out a muffled groan—Rong Yi, Rong Yi, are you forcing me? How can you do this to me!