But Rong Yi's hand had already slipped down weakly. A scalpel was embedded in his chest, blood trickling out in thin streams. Then his eyes blinked a few times and slowly closed. "Hey, Rong Yi!" Qiqi screamed, finally jumping up. Gritting her teeth, she grabbed the scalpel... With difficulty, she pried out the shrapnel, cleaned the wound, stopped the bleeding with gauze, and finally leaned down to kiss his chest... The smell of blood was salty, hot, and pungent. An involuntary wave of nausea rose in Qiqi's stomach. Though she was a medical student, accustomed to blood and unafraid of it, that didn't mean she could tolerate the scorching taste of fresh blood flooding into her mouth... It was an awful feeling, making her want to throw up, ugh... But Rong Yi had ended up like this entirely because he saved her. At a time like this, having such thoughts was utterly wrong! Filled with shame, Qiqi forced herself to ignore the physical discomfort and gritted her teeth to carry on. She lay over Rong Yi's chest, gently sucking at his wounds, her brown hair tangling with his black locks. Wherever her lips touched, the flesh visibly knitted together at a speed noticeable to the naked eye. Witnessing this, Qiqi was stunned—she never imagined her saliva could have such powerful healing abilities! Still, what relieved her was that the bleeding from Rong Yi's chest had finally stopped. While the patient was still unconscious, Qiqi gritted her teeth and removed the shrapnel from his other wounds as well. Since he was already out cold, a few more cuts wouldn't hurt; besides, what if he ran out of strength and suddenly turned into a husky? How would she perform surgery on him then? After all, she wasn't a veterinarian! Luckily, Rong Yi never transformed, staying in human form until the operation was over. When everything was done, Qiqi was completely drained, nearly collapsing to the floor. Being a doctor, saving lives—was it this hard for me? For the first time, she felt the hardship and difficulty of this profession, but also a tremendous sense of accomplishment. She had actually saved someone! Well, even if that someone was a monster. After a long while, Qiqi regained a bit of strength and began cleaning up the surgery site. The study was covered in blood, especially on Rong Yi—he looked like a blood-soaked figure. She boiled water, wrung out a towel, and carefully wiped him down. At this point, Rong Yi was nearly naked, so the difficulty of this task was, as one might imagine, considerable... Though Qiqi prided herself on being "a born lecher with a weakness for beauty," she usually only admired handsome men from afar without touching them. Now, forced to observe a handsome man up close and even handle him... Qiqi was terrified she'd get styes. She wanted to close her eyes, but Rong Yi had so many wounds—over a dozen gunshot holes, like a honeycomb—so she had to wipe his blood while wiping her own sweat. As she busied herself, her phone suddenly rang in her pocket. Qiqi quickly pulled it out—it was Senior Brother Lu. He called to ask if she had slept well last night and noticed anything unusual; he also told her he had hired a famous private detective to investigate the villa for the black-clad men and monsters from last night, telling her not to worry. Qiqi brushed him off with a few casual words. Right now, she only cared about Rong Yi's condition. Luckily, Rong Yi's physique was extraordinary, and his recovery speed was incredibly fast—he didn't develop any complications from Qiqi's clumsy knife work and crude equipment! What a stroke of luck!