Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

"Yingdie, let's go back to the hospital first!"

Sitting in the car, Meng Chuan looked at Ying Die with concern.

Because Yingdie's shoulder was pierced by a knife.

"I can't go to the hospital. I can handle my injury myself."

Yingdie's voice was somewhat cold, but it was obvious that she lacked strength.

Shadow Butterfly's injuries are terrifying.

Having a knife pierce through the shoulder, going to the hospital would inevitably cause a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Moreover, this injury is nothing to Yingdie.

"I have all kinds of medicine."

Pan Lin, who was driving himself, said cautiously.

Pan Lin had only been polite to Meng Chuan before.

There wasn't much respect shown.

But ever since he got into the car, he saw the ring in Meng Chuan's hand in the rearview mirror.

His attitude completely changed.

At this moment, even their voices sounded somewhat humble.

At this moment, Meng Chuan was more concerned about Ying Die's injury.

I didn't notice the change in Pan Lin's tone.

Soon, the car arrived at a villa.

Although it's called a villa, it's actually more like a hospital inside.

There are doctors and a lot of medical equipment inside.

Clearly, this was a private medical facility that Pan Lin had built for his subordinates.

Since they're from the underworld, sometimes it's inconvenient to go to the hospital for certain injuries.

The doctors swarmed around Yingdie as soon as they saw the knife in her shoulder.

"Get out of the way, I'll handle this myself."

"Shadow Butterfly said coldly."

These doctors are all male.

Her body was not used to being touched by a strange man.

Meng Chuan, who was supporting her, was an exception.

The doctor looked at Pan Lin with a puzzled expression.

Pan Lin hurriedly shouted:

"Didn't you hear me? Get down, all of you."

How could Pan Lin dare to disobey Yingdie?

Didn't you see how nervous Meng Chuan was about Ying Die?

The doctors immediately left.

Meng Chuan helped Ying Die into a room decorated like a surgeon's room.

The table in front of me was filled with all sorts of medical scissors, scalpels, and medical needles and threads.

Yingdie picked up a pair of scissors and started cutting the clothes on her shoulders.

But after all, he had his hands behind his back.

Moreover, she was quite weak due to excessive blood loss, and her hand trembled slightly as she held the scissors.

"I...I'm here to help you."

Meng Chuan said through gritted teeth.

It wasn't that Meng Chuan was cowardly; it was just that Ying Die's wounds were too shocking to look at.

Meng Chuan isn't a doctor; he doesn't have that kind of mental fortitude.

However, if Yingdie was willing to risk everything for him, how could Meng Chuan back down out of fear?

Meng Chuan didn't care whether Ying Die was willing or not, he took the scissors from her hand and started cutting.

Meng Chuan was very careful, afraid of hurting Ying Die.

After cutting it open, Yingdie picked up a bottle of disinfectant and poured it on her shoulder.

The moment the disinfectant touched the wound, Yingdie's whole body began to tremble.

His face turned even paler.

But she gritted her teeth and remained silent.

"Yingdie, why don't we go to the hospital?"

Meng Chuan was heartbroken and extremely worried.

Meng Chuan wished he could replace Ying Die.

"I can hold on, please move aside a bit."

Yingdie said, her lips trembling.

The next moment, she gripped the knife handle.

Seeing Meng Chuan retreat, she suddenly exerted force.

She actually managed to pull the long sword out of her shoulder.

"Suck~"

Meng Chuan gasped.

Meng Chuan had seen scenes like this on TV: someone pulling out their own knife.

He thought it was all fake at the time.

It turns out, there really are such ruthless people in this world.

Even Pan Lin, who was standing at the door, couldn't help but feel a deep respect for Ying Die at this scene.

This woman is no ordinary woman! We must never offend her again.

Pan Lin had met people who were ruthless towards their enemies.

But it's really rare to see someone who's this ruthless to themselves.

To Meng Chuan's utter surprise, Ying Die pulled out the long sword, and there was only a slight seepage of blood from her shoulder.

The scene of blood splattering that Meng Chuan had envisioned did not occur.

Just when Meng Chuan thought it might be because Ying Die had lost too much blood,

Pan Lin exclaimed in surprise:

"Practice martial arts to the point of meticulous detail."

Pan Lin also practiced external martial arts.

Pan Lin, known as the Iron Hand King.

Legend has it that when one reaches an extremely high level of external martial arts, one can have minute control over every single muscle in one's body.

Yingdie has clearly reached this level.

She could control the muscles in her wound to contract to the extreme.

This helps to compress the wound and prevent blood from gushing out.

However, as soon as Pan Lin spoke, Ying Die turned around abruptly, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.

"Yes...I'm sorry."

Pan Lin hurriedly retreated.

Those in the know understand that Shadow Butterfly is not just ruthless, but even more formidable.

How could Pan Lin dare to disobey in the slightest?

Yingdie then picked up the needle and thread on the table and began to sew up the wound on her shoulder herself.

Meng Chuan gritted his teeth as he watched, his face growing paler and paler.

So shocking.

Yingdie felt completely unanesthetized, as if her body wasn't her own.

Stitch by stitch, they pierced their own flesh.

The stitching is actually quite nice.

Only the wound on his chest has been stitched up.

But the back cannot be sewn up.

"I'll help you."

Meng Chuan took the needle and thread from Ying Die's hand.

"The back doesn't need to be sewn..."

"Believe me."

Meng Chuan said in a deep voice.

Meng Chuan possessed a photographic memory; he learned how to sew the shadow butterfly's stitches.

Yingdie was willing to fight on the front lines for her, never abandoning her.

He's a grown man, seven feet tall. If he can't even do this little thing, what kind of man is he?

Meng Chuan gently began to sew on Yingdie's back with needle and thread.

Although I was a little rusty at first, I quickly became proficient.

The only difficulty is that Meng Chuan needs to overcome his psychological barriers.

Feeling Meng Chuan's gentle movements, every time Meng Chuan's fingers touched the skin on her shoulder.

Yingdie felt a strange flutter in her heart.

She truly felt Meng Chuan's care and concern for her.

Her cold heart is melting little by little.

Actually, the wound on her back didn't need stitches.

Because she can control the muscles in her back to remain in a contracted state at all times.

Although it's tiring, she's already used to treating her wounds this way.

But Meng Chuan insisted, and she did not refuse.

"Thank you."

After the wound was stitched up, Yingdie spoke to Meng Chuan for the first time ever.

This was the first time Meng Chuan had heard the word "thank you" from Ying Die.

"Have you forgotten the orders I gave you before? In the event of unavoidable danger, your life is the priority."

Meng Chuan looked at Ying Die seriously and reprimanded her.

In the previous situation, if Yingdie wanted to leave on her own, no one could stop her.

But she refused to leave. If Pan Lin hadn't appeared in time, they would have died together today.

"I see."

Yingdie didn't argue, but said firmly.

But Meng Chuan knew that she clearly hadn't listened.

If there's a next time, she'll definitely do the same thing.

"So who exactly is Pan Lin?"

Meng Chuan changed the subject.

Because Meng Chuan knew that there was no point in continuing the previous discussion.

"Chen Yiyi was injured by one of the Pan Family Gang's leaders, Fifth Master's abandoned disciple."