The clouds and mists have dispersed, and everyone knows that I love you.

"Besides, this is a gentleman's agreement between us. I didn't use my status as the young master to pressure you."

"Just give me three days. At least for these three days, let Xinyue go. Even if it doesn't work out in the end, you won't lose anything, right?"

Seeing Ji Shengkai's slightly conflicted expression and his stubborn resistance, Shi Rong simply resorted to the rogue tactics that she was least good at.

"Oh... my back hurts so much! It hurts so much! If you don't agree, it will keep hurting..."

"Hahaha…"

This time, not only Shen Mingxing, but even Feng Qingning was amused by her poor acting skills.

Ji Shengkai twitched his lips speechlessly. Considering Shi Jirong's well-known character, he could only compromise temporarily. Besides, her injury was caused by herself.

Whether intentionally or not, he was sorry for Shi Rong.

"Okay, okay... I really can't help you. Can't I just promise you? Can I go to Mirage Dragon Hall to see my wounds now?"

Shi Rong gave a rare chuckle, ignoring the piercing pain in his back, and got up from the ground, not forgetting to brush off the dust on the corners of his clothes.

"Okay, okay, I'll go right away, hehe..."

Ji Shengkai rolled his eyes. What an unlucky kid!

At first, he was so willing to be a friend and speak up for justice, but why is he always so stupid?

Even though he's injured like this, he's still smiling.

"Hurry up!"

Feng Qingning and Shen Mingxing supported Shi Rong's injured body on either side, fearing that she would walk unsteadily and hurt herself.

Shi Rong took the opportunity to turn around and glanced at Ji Xinyue who was silent behind him. He saw that her eyes had turned red and tears were streaming down her face without her knowing when.

Shi Rong waved Shen Mingxing away, stretched out his little hand, and took the aggrieved woman into his arms to comfort her.

"Are you scared, little fool? I'm here, how could I let you get hurt? Right?"

As Shi Rong spoke, he took out his handkerchief and wiped her tears.

Upon hearing this, Ji Xinyue cried even harder, and her voice was filled with tremors.

"You can't take the beating for me... wuwu... Look at how hurt you are... wuwu, and you're still smiling..."

The wound on Shi Rong's back was in front of Ji Xinyue the whole time.

Every time she looked up and saw her horrific wounds, with blood streaming down her clothes and dripping onto the ground, she felt heartbroken.

Except for the five years in Beicheng, when Shi Rong had a hard life, when had she ever suffered such hardship?

If she had known this earlier, she would not have argued with Ji Shengkai.

"Oh, alright, look at you, can you please stop crying? Our Xinyue is so pretty, she won't be pretty if she cries."

Ji Xinyue cried angrily and anxiously. On the one hand, she was worried about Shi Rong's health, and on the other hand, she was angry at herself for speaking without restraint.

Seeing this, Shi Rong gently held her little face with his two hands and pressed it against his own.

"I'm fine, right? I'm much stronger than you. Uncle Xia will apply some medicine on me later. I'll be fine in two days, okay?"

Shi Rong led his men all the way to the Mirage Dragon Hall, and was not picked up by Xia Chengfeng and others who had been waiting at the door. Only then did Ji Xinyue's excitement ease for a moment.

Xia Chengfeng brought people into the Mirage Dragon Hall and dispersed the relevant people, leaving only a few of his usual confidants.

He helped Shi Rong take off her coat that was stained with blood, placed her on a jade stool, and gently cut the long-sleeved commuter shirt she was wearing, bit by bit, along the back of her neck to the injured area.

Clamping the two pieces of silk cloth, he pulled them outwards with force, revealing the entire wound caused by the Vine Dragon Whip.

He called Shen Mingxing and Ji Xinyue over and asked them to help hold down the clothes on Shi Rong's body that had been torn into shreds by him, to prevent her front from being exposed.

He then took a bowl of pre-crushed green herbs from the subordinate behind him and gave the correct first aid measures based on Shi Rong's injuries.

"A set of gold and silver needles, a bottle of procaine, for local anesthesia and to induce internal heat."

The subordinate beside him received the order and immediately nodded and retreated.

"Okay, Master."

In less than two minutes, the man prepared the necessary things according to Xia Chengfeng's instructions.

"Hold on, it might hurt a little."

After someone wiped the blood off Shi Rong's back, Xia Chengfeng said something to comfort her while she was still paying attention and replying.

He used the jade tablet in his hand to scoop out a lump of tender green medicine powder, and then skillfully applied it on the bloody wound from top to bottom.

"without…"

Shi Rong was shocked by the sudden covering of the herbs, but she still raised her hand to block her buzzing lips.

He swallowed the words stuck in his throat and wanted to scream out in pain, but instead continued with the unfinished sentence.

"Things, Uncle Xia."

Feng Qingning sighed silently. The little girl was really stubborn! She would cry out in pain, but she was so stubborn that she insisted on swallowing it. It was a natural impulse.

Ugh…

When did she develop this habit?

It's becoming more and more lovable.

After applying the herbal hemostatic agent on the wound, Xia Chengfeng picked up a bunch of shiny golden needles with two fingers, placed the needle tips over the fire with a medicinal aroma and burned them for three seconds, then quickly dipped them in the anesthetic and the remaining medicinal juice in the stone mortar.

We chose to use the Xia family's ancestral acupuncture wound healing method, and directly insert the appropriate herbal medicine into the broken wound.

In order to achieve the effect of quickly recovering from the pain in a short period of time.

Shi Rong's two soft palms unconsciously pressed down on the knees of both legs, and by increasing the strength of his fingertips, he forced himself not to make any sound throughout the process.

I just endured it silently, this treatment plan was like "torture".

……

79th floor of Zhaoqian Building.

Huo Jiuzhou's CEO's Executive Office.

The atmosphere around him at this moment was dead silent and dull. Song Qianchen, who was punished to kneel in front of the desk, had already lost all sensation in his legs due to numbness and swelling.

Xing Jiashan lowered his eyes and stood behind Huo Jiuzhou. He looked at Song Qianchen's handsome profile and sweat dripped down his face. He wanted to say a few words of advice.

Finally, he was frightened by Huo Jiuzhou, whose eyes were already bloodshot and bloodthirsty, who was sitting in front of him, so much so that he dared not make a sound.

"Boss, it's been two hours. Let Qianchen get up. He knows he's wrong."

Xing Jiashan took the opportunity to help the man refill his tea and said a few words, but in return he was met with a pair of cold and cruel eyes that suddenly glared at him.

"Why? Do you want to go over and be with him too?"

Huo Jiuzhou's voice is still full of magnetic charm, but it also has a hint of unquestionable toughness.

Some people only need a look or a word to scare people into panic!

For example, the ambitious Huo Jiuzhou.

Xing Jiashan was frightened by his murderous look and shook his head and waved his hands on the spot.

"No, no! I'm fine...standing up."

His long fingers turned upwards and pinched his brows, which were in great pain. His other hand loosened the exquisite and beautiful silk tie around his neck.