Hua Yuanyi was frightened by Ying Qian's tone. After being stunned for a moment, he stammered and spoke:

"I...I put in the speakers and jammed the paper, but I really didn't expect that you would...make it like this!"

Only then did he react.

I feel so guilty.

Yingqian frowned and had no intention of asking any more questions.

They quickly returned to the villa.

When the lights came on and the vision returned to normal, everyone was shocked when they saw what Ying Qian and Jiang Ling looked like at this time.

Dark red is all over the yukata.

Blood binds flesh and cloth together.

Only a bloodless paleness remained on Jiang Ling's handsome face.

But even so.

When the doctor arrived at the villa.

He opened his eyes, with cold sweat on his forehead, and told the doctor in fluent Japanese:

"Check Yingqian, she sprained her foot and may have broken the bone."

The doctor was also shocked when he saw Jiang Ling's injuries. He was hurriedly preparing sterilized stitches, but after hearing his words, he couldn't help but sigh.

Hua Yuan stood aside, hesitated for a moment, and then translated their conversation in a low voice.

"At this time, he still cares about his girlfriend. He is really..."

Don't wait for him to finish speaking.

"I'm fine. Let him stop Jiang Ling's bleeding."

Yingqian replied to the doctor first, then turned to look at Hua Yuanyi:

"Is this doctor reliable?"

"Yes, he is my father's friend."

Hua Yuan nodded heavily. Seeing that Ying Qian's expression was not good, he felt very depressed and even his voice became quieter.

"It's too far from the hospital. It takes more than two hours to drive. I probably won't be able to make it in time, so I let him come and take a look first."

Ying Qian nodded slightly.

Hearing what the doctor said again, she immediately looked at Hua Yuanyi and asked urgently:

"What does this Baga say?"

"Now I have to tear the yukata off Jiang Ling. It may hurt a little, so please bear with it."

Huayuan breathed in the air-conditioning.

Just thinking about the scene of his skin being torn apart made him feel cold in his heart.

The doctor used scissors to cut the cloth into pieces, leaving only a spot on the side of the upper body that was stuck with blood.

He whispered comforting words, and then suddenly exerted force on his hands.

There was a terrifying "tearing" sound.

Blood gushes out instantly.

A muffled sound escaped Jiang Ling's mouth.

He looked at Yingqian, then gently held her hand,

All that was left in his sight was the gleaming blood.

Even the doctor frowned because of the amount of bleeding.

But the strength with which Jiang Ling held Ying Qian's fingers remained unchanged, as gentle as feathers falling in the wind.

Yingqian lowered his eyes and did not break away from his hand.

Not far behind her.

Liang Xin stood in the corner, his beautiful face was indifferent. Only when his eyes touched their intertwined palms, a sinister expression appeared.

Even though he was unwilling to do so, he saw the intimate posture of Ying Qian and Jiang Ling.

But he didn't stop it either.

With such a serious injury, Jiang Ling still carried Ying Qian through the mountain road.

Liang Xin saw her anxiety and worry.

Naturally I understand.

At this time, I used to be jealous.

He will only be disgusted by Yingqian.

Of course Liang Xin would not do such a thing.

But this doesn't mean.

He will not instigate others to help.

Liang Xin lowered his head and quietly scanned the entire room with his peripheral vision.

Ye Lian looked worried, but the person she was paying attention to was not Jiang Ling who was covered in blood, but Ying Qian.

Hua Yuanyi was so nervous that he wandered around on the ground. He wanted to go over and talk to Ying Qian several times, but as soon as he took a step, he was so frightened by the almost bloody scene that he took seven or eight steps back and almost fell down.

On the ground.

There is only one Song Yanling.

Stay on the other side of Gangneung.

He was staring at Yingqian with hatred in his eyes.

The corners of Liangxin's lips trembled, and he found a useful tool. He winked at Song Yanling, and then glanced at the intertwined palms of Yingqian and Jiang Ling as if in a hint.

Song Yanlin's face suddenly darkened.

"open!"

She strode to Yingqian's side and bent down to wave away the palms she and Jiang Ling were holding.

"Yingqian, who do you think he was injured for? Do you still have the nerve to pretend to care about him? Are you damn worthy?"

Yingqian's eyelashes twitched.

He forcibly resisted the urge to run away.

The doctor is giving Jiangling stitches.

And they held hands.

If he moves, it will naturally affect Jiang Ling's wounds.

She just raised her wrist slightly to block Song Yanling's slap.

Snap!

The crisp sound spread throughout the room.

Even the doctor raised his eyes in shock.

"fine."

Yingqian was expressionless and only asked Hua Yuanyi to tell the doctor.

"Please continue, don't worry about other things."

Hua Yuan glanced at Song Yanling, pursed her lips, and translated the words to the doctor.

Yingqian waited for him to finish.

Then he raised his eyelids and looked at Song Yanling.

"If you want to cause trouble, I will accompany you after the stitches are done. But Jiang Ling's wound needs stitches now, and there is no anesthetic here. If you want his injury to be more serious, just continue."

She sat next to Jiangling.

She is much shorter than the standing Song Yanling, but her aura is not weak at all, and is even a bit stronger.

Instead, Song Yanling was stunned and subconsciously wanted to retreat.

But she reacted quickly.

He glared and growled:

"Yingqian, let's beat him up, right? If it weren't for you, would Jiang Ling be hurt?"

Hua Yuan couldn't stand it and didn't dare to speak loudly. She just shouted at the top of her voice:

"Can you be quiet? The speaker has become a spirit?"
To be continued...