Chapter 1379: Striking Blood

Chapter 1379: Chapter 1379: Striking Blood

Xv Qinghuan had killed before, and she remembered it clearly, a total of six! No matter who, after killing them, Xv Qinghuan had a habit of delivering a finishing stab to ensure the target’s death.

But facing Li, Xv Qinghuan still didn’t have the courage to lift the blanket and look at his expression before death. That was truly torture for her.

People, that’s just the kind of conflicted and contradictory creatures they are.

Xv Qinghuan was nervous, hesitant, but at the moment of the actual stab, she was as fierce as a lone wolf! Then she continued her usual habit, adding another stab to Li’s body.

One stab after another, just as she thought, severing the threads of emotion with the sword of wisdom!

Killing Li didn’t cause Xv Qinghuan any panic; instead, she was more calm than ever.

With her left hand holding the stone knife, she inserted it into the metal bed frame beneath her hospital bed with a sound of ’swoosh’!

As the murder weapon, this stone knife must be well hidden, and there was no place in the ward to hide anything. The best choice was under the bed, because it was concealed!

The iron bed frame was as soft as clay in front of the stone knife. Without much effort, the stone knife was fully embedded. If one didn’t crawl under the bed to look carefully, it was impossible to find.

Then, Xv Qinghuan took a white little bottle labeled as Vitamin C from her bag, opened the lid, and a puff of white smoke emerged, thread by thread, looking very pleasing, and this smoke spread a faint fragrance that was more pleasant than air fresheners.

This smoke had a beautiful name: Drunken Bliss.

The name was beautiful, and its effect was also very strong. It entered the bloodstream through the respiratory tract, temporarily paralyzing muscles and nerves causing fainting. It had the same effect as anesthesia, but with strong side effects, making one sleep for several days. How long it would last depended on the inhaled amount and one’s physical attributes.

Inhaling this drug was to create an illusion. To give everyone the illusion that she was an innocent victim. Besides, she was Li’s girlfriend, she had no motive to kill him.

After throwing the small white bottle labeled Vitamin C out the window, Xv Qinghuan suddenly heard, amidst the silence, the sound of high heels outside. From the sound, Xv Qinghuan could tell it was Zhang Ya’Er!

Calmly closing the window, Xv Qinghuan quickly returned to the bed, closed her eyes, and tried to keep her breathing steady without revealing any flaw.

Click~

The door to the ward was pushed open, and Zhang Ya’Er stepped in quietly. The sound of her high heels on the tiles was almost inaudible.

Entering the ward, Zhang Ya’Er’s nostrils quickly caught two strange scents in the air. Within two seconds, she detected the strong smell of blood and a lingering fragrance in the air.

With the help of the bedside lamp, Zhang Ya’Er finally noticed Li was completely covered by the quilt. The pure white quilt had been stained a large area with blood!

Zhang Ya’Er’s face turned ugly, waxy yellow, as she dropped her bag and rushed to Li’s bedside, lifting the quilt!

Crash~

The blood-stained quilt was thrown to the ground, and Zhang Ya’Er saw that Li’s chest and stomach had been pierced with holes! Like two erupting volcanoes, blood gushed out continuously.

"Mmm mmm..."

At this moment, Zhang Ya’Er could still hear two faint sounds from Li’s throat, not because he had something to say, but the sound of blood flowing from his mouth!

Witnessing this scene, Zhang Ya’Er was stunned. She reacted a second later, one hand on the bedside call system, shouting, "Doctor! Doctor!...Help!"

Zhang Ya’Er’s screams were especially piercing in the quiet hospital. The nurse on duty heard it and hurried over with the doctor. The pungent smell in the air and the crimson blood startled them.

"Quickly! Xiaoling, Zhou Ming, you two push him to the operating room! Fan, go call Doctor Zhao!" A white-coated doctor assigned orders calmly amidst the crisis.

Zhang Ya’Er stood aside, wanting to help but unable to do anything, almost crying from anxiety. Finally, she followed the doctors and nurses, pushing Li’s hospital bed, trying to buy him time.

But Zhang Ya’Er was wearing high heels, severely limiting her speed. After a few steps, her ankle twisted, and with a scream, Zhang Ya’Er fell in the hospital corridor. Her pretty, smooth knee was bruised, bleeding.

The doctors and nurses pushing Li’s hospital bed were too focused on Li to pay any attention to Zhang Ya’Er, quickly running off with hurried steps.

Zhang Ya’Er leaned against the wall, trying to get up, but her ankle was sprained, and her knee was bruised, rendering her leg useless. After standing up with difficulty, she kicked off her high heel and hobbled towards the operating room.

Suddenly, Zhang Ya’Er remembered there was still Xv Qinghuan in the ward, whom she’d paid no attention to earlier. Thinking back to the two deep, bottomless holes on Li’s body, Zhang Ya’Er became flustered, turning back to head to the ward.

After a few steps, a nurse noticed Zhang Ya’Er. Seeing her hobble, the nurse hurried over to support her.

"Miss, your knee needs dressing. I’ll take you there. Also, try not to walk on a sprained ankle," the nurse said kindly.

"We’ll deal with that later. Could you help me to room 1216 first? My friend might be in danger," Zhang Ya’Er said quickly.

"But..."

"Please."

"Alright."

The nurse couldn’t argue with Zhang Ya’Er, and seeing her urgency, she swallowed her words.

With the nurse’s support, Zhang Ya’Er quickly returned to the previous ward.

"This..." The nurse was also startled by the scene inside the ward.

Zhang Ya’Er didn’t have time to explain to the nurse, limping to Xv Qinghuan’s bed, lifting the quilt covering her. Fortunately, Xv Qinghuan was unharmed, sleeping soundly.

"Huanhuan, Huanhuan, wake up!" Zhang Ya’Er shook Xv Qinghuan’s arm, but no matter how hard she tried, Xv Qinghuan wouldn’t wake up.

Seeing this, the nurse whispered, "She seems to be anesthetized."

"Anesthetized?"

This word instantly reminded Zhang Ya’Er of the lingering fragrance in the room, apart from the smell of blood. Previously unnoticed, thinking back now, it was absolutely abnormal!