Saving the Second Male Lead: What to Do When You Enter a Domineering Boss's Novel

Several servants quickly brought over the medical box and some equipment.

Leaving the house to Joysa and Machi.

Qiao Yisha washed her hands tremblingly, put on gloves, and looked at Nangong Xianyue lying on the bed with blood gushing from her wounds, feeling heavy with grief.

Force yourself to calm down and speed up your hands.

The trembling hands were now extremely steady as they used scissors to cut open the clothes on his right back. As the fabric separated, the originally fair and strong back came into view, but it was now a bloody mess.

The clothes stuck to the wound, and blood continued to flow out, dyeing the surroundings bright red.

Seeing this shocking scene, Qiaosha's eyes instantly turned red and tears welled up in them, and finally she couldn't help but burst out.

Big tears rolled down her cheeks and she bit her lips, trying hard to hold back her tears.

The atmosphere was so oppressive that it was almost frozen.

Even so, she still performed each step skillfully and accurately. She couldn't allow herself to make any mistakes.

The cotton in the tray was soaked red and piled higher and higher.

The hemostatic forceps were steady and powerful in her hands, stopping the continuous seepage of blood. Then, she injected anesthetic into Nangong Xianyue's body.

Afterwards, he carefully cut the flesh along the wound, making each cut with extreme precision to minimize the damage to Nangong Xianyue's body.

After removing the bullet, beads of sweat appeared on Joysa's forehead, and Machi quickly wiped them for her.

Nangong Xianyue, who was lying on the bed, had a face as pale as paper, without any blood, her eyes were tightly closed, and her eyebrows trembled occasionally, as if she was in great pain.

When the wound was sutured, the servant and several doctors hurried in.

After seeing the doctor, Qiaosha's tense heart finally relaxed, and her legs went limp and she fell to the ground.

When I woke up, I was in the living room on the second floor, and the first thing I saw as soon as I opened my eyes was the mural on the ceiling.

She was thinking about Nangong Xianyue, so she reached out to lift the quilt and ran downstairs in a hurry without even having time to put on her shoes.

The servant saw her running in a hurry and reminded her to be careful of the sound on the stairs, but she ignored it.

In the hall and yard, servants were cleaning up the bloodstains.

Nangong Xianyue was transferred to another clean room. The previous room was dripping with blood.

When Machi saw Joysa, she stood up quickly and asked, "Miss Joysa, why aren't you wearing shoes?"

Although the floor was clean, the weather in Hell City was very humid and the floor was cold.

"Which room is he in?" Joysa asked directly.

"I'll take you there." Machi stepped forward to support Joysa, and asked the servant to get Joysa's shoes.

Joysa was only unconscious for ten minutes. A doctor examined her and said that she fell asleep due to excessive mental stress and there was nothing serious. Only then did Maggie feel relieved and went downstairs.

Qiao Yisha entered the room where Nangong Xianyue was. As soon as she entered, she smelled disinfectant. The room had been thoroughly disinfected.

On the big bed, the charming and handsome man had his eyes closed, and his usually red lips were now pale. Since the wound was on his back, he could only lie prone, with only a bandage wrapped around his naked upper body, revealing his sturdy inverted triangle body.

There was an IV by the bed, connected to the blood vessel on the back of his hand.

Qiao Yisha walked over, held Nangong Xianyue's other hand, and tears kept flowing.

Machi patted her shoulder and said, "The doctor said that the young master will wake up today. Don't cry. If the young master wakes up and sees you crying, he will be heartbroken."

Machi didn't know what happened between Nangong Xianyue and Qiao Yisha. She came from Dongzhou and had seen a photo of Mrs. Nangong four years ago. She looked exactly like Qiao Yisha in front of her.

However, she also saw Nangong Xianyue's affection for the man in front of her. If she didn't love him deeply, how could she use her body to block the bullet?

After hearing this, Qiao Yisha bit her lip to suppress her tears. She should have been the one lying here, but it was Nangong Xianyue who switched their positions.

She had doubted Nangong Xianyue’s sincerity before, but today, when being chased by a drone, Nangong Xianyue sent her away and went into danger himself.

After coming back, he blocked the bullet for her without hesitation.

They could have gotten off the car together and left Nangong's dangerous place, but he stayed there to find out the other person's identity.

She swore that she would never dwell on Madam Nangong's affairs again.

Even if she had seen the real... corpse of Madam Nangong who looked exactly like her, even if Nangong Xianyue really treated her as a substitute for Madam Nangong, she would never leave him.

She would rather be loved as a substitute than accept another man.

Qiao Yisha held Nangong Xianyue's cold hand, kissed it, then gently placed it on the quilt, stood up and walked out.

Machi followed her and closed the door quietly.

Qiao Yisha returned to the hall, put on the shoes brought by the servant, turned to look at Machi: "Is the murderer dead?"

She saw the woman fall from the window earlier.

"No, the bodyguard held back and only hit her thigh. When she fell, she broke one arm."

"where are you now?"

"The doctor treated her wounds and she is now locked up in a west bedroom."

"Take me there."

"Ms. Isa, what are you doing meeting her for? It's too dangerous. Leave anything to me."

It's no wonder that Machi made a fuss. Joysa looked like a pampered young lady who wore a white dress and spent her days eating, drinking and having fun.

It was surprising that she could calmly deal with the gunshot wound after such a thing happened, and it was even more unbelievable that she was going to meet such a dangerous person.

"Did you find out what she wanted to know? Why did she do this?"

Machi shook her head. "She refused to say anything. If her hands and feet hadn't been tied up, she would have even committed suicide."

"Take me, she's coming for me."

"But……"

"Nangong Xianyue is unconscious now, and I have the final say." Qiao Yisha's eyes turned cold.

"...Yes, I'll go with you."

Machi led Joysa to a room on the west side and pushed the door open. The curtains in the bedroom were closed and there was no light on, so it was extremely dark.

Machi pressed the switch and the chandelier immediately lit up, illuminating the entire bedroom. On the big bed, a woman with short hair that reached her neck had her hands and feet handcuffed, her thighs were wrapped in bandages, and her arms were in plaster. She was lying on the bed with twisted movements and looked very uncomfortable.

Machi walked over, took the cloth out of her mouth and threw it aside.

The woman was awakened by the action. She opened her eyes dazedly and saw Qiao Yisha standing beside the bed. Her eyes widened instantly.

"You...is it you?" She had never seen Joysa before and didn't have any photo of her, but she knew who the person was at the first sight.

Those unique amber pupils only belong to that family.

"you know me?"

Xia Zi calmed down and snorted, "Of course."

Although she didn't know Joysa's name, she knew who she was.

"Who is behind you? Why did you want to kill me since I was born?"

Of course, the person in front of her couldn't be the one Qiaoisha was looking for. She looked to be in her twenties, and she was only a few years old when Qiaoisha was a child.

Xia Zi pursed her lips with a cold face and said nothing.