Chapter 366: Is the Other Party Targeting Bo Yanching

Nan Jiaojiao couldn’t reject Linda’s invitation, harboring her own suspicions which prompted her visit.

Fortunately, Bo Yanching had only taken her to the door before leaving, which actually allowed her to breathe a sigh of relief.

Han Qi was sprawled out on the bed, a blanket thrown carelessly over his legs, his jacket discarded on the floor.

His shirt, stained with blood, clung to his wound.

Nan Jiaojiao walked over and asked, “How did you get hurt?”

Han Qi’s laugh was unrestrained.

“Concerned about me?”

“No, just asking so I can be more cautious.”

Han Qi looked hurt as he said, “Do you think they were after Bo Yanching, and I just took the hit for him?”

“No,” Nan Jiaojiao didn’t hesitate and said outright, “Bo Yanching would never let himself get injured like you are.”

At this, Han Qi’s expression suddenly changed.

“Can’t you keep it to yourself in front of me?

After all, I’m Bo Yanching’s rival.”

Nan Jiaojiao said nothing.

His anger unvented, he suddenly began to drive out the doctor and the attendants.

Linda was almost crying as she tugged at Nan Jiaojiao’s arm, pleading, “Miss Nan, please persuade him.”

Nan Jiaojiao looked at him helplessly.

“What are you making a fuss about now?”

With innocently blinking eyes, Han Qi replied, “Didn’t I say?

I don’t trust them, you come treat me, I trust you.”

“I can’t do it.”

“You can’t?” Han Qi looked at her, a teasing smile on his face.

He knew better than to believe that.

Though he didn’t understand medicine, the precise way Nan Jiaojiao had administered those needles when she saved him, without profound medical knowledge, was not possible, especially since there were no lights in the mountains at that time.

“Well, I don’t care, I want you to do it, or else let me bleed to death.

If I die in front of you, you won’t be able to shirk responsibility.”

Nan Jiaojiao had never seen someone so shameless.

The injury was concealed beneath his shirt, and its severity was unclear.

But the fact that it had turned a white shirt red meant it was no minor wound, yet he still managed to grin and bear the pain while bantering with her.

“I’ll help you, but I charge a fee.”

Without a word, Han Qi transferred 30 million to her on his phone.

“Is that enough?”

Nan Jiaojiao raised her eyebrows in bewilderment; her financial luck seemed quite good lately, with people rushing to give her money.

Other considerations aside, she was a doctor, and it went against her ethics to ignore a patient in need.

She asked two other doctors to assist, cutting open Han Qi’s shirt to apply medicine and bandage the wounds as needed.

The most severe injury was a palm-sized knife wound on his back, from which tiny specks of rust could be seen in the torn flesh—a deliberate act by the assailant using a rusty knife.

“I was driving at the time when a group of people stopped me.

They had knives and guns.

Initially, they didn’t seem intent on hurting me, as if they just wanted to drive me away.

I had two cars full of bodyguards following me, and when the fight broke out, I found something.

I hadn’t even had the chance to see what it was when they suddenly got desperate and tried to kill me.”

Nan Jiaojiao asked, “What was it?”

“Why?”

Han Qi, lying on his side and looking at her with a half-smile said, “Want it?

I won’t give it to you.”

Nan Jiaojiao’s hand pressed harder as she stitched, causing Han Qi to convulse in pain.

Beads of sweat the size of peas rolled over his eyes, and he bit down hard on his lip.

Once the pain subsided, he gave a pained laugh.

“Even if you torture me, I won’t give it.

I’ll keep it to investigate.

They dared to mess with me, I have to make them pay, so don’t get involved.”

Nan Jiaojiao stuffed a towel into his mouth, tired of hearing him blather.

She efficiently sealed the wound and left the bandaging to the doctors.

She went to the restroom to wash her hands, and after drying them with a paper towel, she took a moment to remind Linda to keep an eye on him.

If he developed a fever or inflammation at night, she should call the doctor.

“Little fairy.”

Han Qi called her back, his pale face forming a faint smile.