Murong Ting took out his cell phone, clicked on the chat box that noted "Gold-swallowing Girl", took a photo of Zhang Lincheng's bleeding fingers, and sent another text message.

Not long after, Kong Wange ran downstairs in a panic.

When she opened the study door, she saw Lin Cheng with blood on her hands at first sight, and her beautiful eyebrows frowned: "What are you doing?"

Lin Cheng sighed: "Hey, Madam, I just wanted to cut some fruit for Mr. Ting, but I got it after I didn't pay attention. Please help me see."

Kong Wange took out the spare household medicine box in the study, raised his finger, and said while checking: "Okay, I'll check if the wound is serious first. If it is serious, you need to sew a needle."

She took out the iodine wine and pulled Lin Cheng's arm.

However, just before the cotton swab was about to be put on, she stopped.

Bent down and she sniffed it carefully.

When Lin Cheng saw her, his whole body became tense instantly.

It's over, this is discovered.

Next to him, Murong Ting shook his head and took a step back.

It looks like it is nothing to do with one's own affairs.

Clinker, the next moment, Kong Wange looked up with a serious look on his face, as if he had not seen through it, "Lin Cheng, wait, I'll go back to the room to get other treatment tools."

Lin Cheng breathed a sigh of relief: "Oh, young lady, hurry up, I'm going to feel so painful."

Kong Wange ignored him and left the study quietly.

Seeing her leaving, Lin Cheng shook proudly at Murong Ting at the table, "Sister Ting, don't forget 300,000 yuan. The young lady must have gone back to the room to get silver needles. I heard that traditional Chinese medicine has a technique called silver needles to stop bleeding. In a while, the young lady will show her superb medical skills!"

Not long after the conversation ended, Kong Wange returned to the study.

Lin Cheng and Murong Ting stared at her with burning eyes.

She threw the things in her hand in front of Lin Cheng and said, "Press it quickly, otherwise the wound will heal in a while."

Lin Cheng: "..."

He looked down and saw that it turned out to be a small band-aid.

Lin Cheng blushed, feeling embarrassed, and even pretended to be calm and flattered, saying, "Mrs. Young lady, she is indeed a superb medical skill. She can come up with such an affordable Band-Aid treatment method. I admire her."

Kong Wange sighed: "Lin Cheng, this is not a superb medical skill, this is common sense."

She accidentally swept over Murong Ting's dark face: "You can't see such a clumsy trick unless I'm a fool."

Before leaving the door, she instructed her again: "Lin Cheng, I don't care what your purpose is, whether you are willing or forced to do so. Be obedient. Don't harm yourself next time, be kind to yourself."

Kong Wange left, and Lin Cheng sat listlessly on the living room chair: "Mr. Ting, is there any bonus in this situation? I don't blame me for this. I have a hole in my hand. If you want to blame, I can only blame the young lady for being too smart. We can't beat her."

Murong Ting could see it, and he expected Lin Cheng to fail to do this.

"What's the use of raising you? If you have done something, you still want bonuses. If you think beautifully, you still have to rely on yourself at critical moments."

As he said that, Murong Ting got up and took out a kitchen knife from the kitchen.

Lin Cheng was shocked and said, "Mr. Ting, no, are you doing it? I only dare to use a fruit knife. Do you actually want to use a kitchen knife?"

Murong Ting snorted coldly and gestured at him.

Cut your finger?

I just had my fingers, but now I am, is it too obvious?

Cut the arm?

Will it hurt a little too much? Besides, what if the artery is cut, wouldn’t it be worth the effort?

Murong Ting looked back and forth for a long time but couldn't figure out where to cut it.

Lin Cheng couldn't help it: "Mr. Ting, will you cut it?"

Murong Ting looked at Lin Cheng, walked out from behind the desk, and handed the knife in his hand: "Come on!"

Lin Cheng: "...... Cut me or cut you?"

Murong Ting said a word coldly: "I!"

I cut the president with a knife in the middle of the night. Is he crazy or the president crazy?

He took the knife and was quite at a loss: "Mr. Ting, really, how could he be cut?"

Murong Ting looked impatient: "Hurry up!"

Lin Cheng asked carefully again: "Mr. Ting, do you have any bonus to get the money for cutting you?"


Chapter completed!