"Why are you explaining this to me? What does it matter to me whose fiancée she is? You should go downstairs and tell that the fourth master doesn't like that woman, so he still has a chance."

After saying that, Wen Lu walked past Ling He, who was blocking her way, and headed straight for the bedroom.

She's feeling frustrated and exhausted right now; she needs some peace and quiet.

Ling He looked at the figure walking past him, feeling somewhat speechless. Then he turned to look at the man sitting on the ground, trying to get up, and sighed helplessly.

He was speechless. He had offended two people he couldn't afford to offend in one day, and now he had no choice but to go mining.

Ling He took out his phone from his pocket, called an ambulance for Wang Xiuxin, and then went downstairs to check on Wang Xiuxin's condition.

When Wen Lu returned to her room, she saw Wang Jinyu looking towards the door with his head turned to the side. She walked over and placed the water glass in her hand on the bedside table.

She walked to Wang Jinyu's side, looking at the IV drip that hadn't been started yet. She took Wang Jinyu's hand to disinfect it, but before she could disinfect it, Wang Jinyu grabbed her hand in return.

“I want to explain that I have no relation to Wen Xingwan, and I have already prepared to send Wang Xiuxin to F Continent to mine. You will not see him for long.”

Wang Jinyu looked at Wen Lu with sincere eyes. He knew Wen Lu was not in good health and did not want her to get angry and harm her health.

Wen Lu looked into Wang Jinyu's deep eyes and smiled coldly, "You don't need to take him. I've already taken him to the hospital. Now he can spend time with his sweetheart."

As she spoke, Wen Lu pulled her hand out of Wang Jinyu's palm, deftly inserted the IV drip into Wang Jinyu's eye, and then began to change Wang Jinyu's dressing.

Looking at Wang Jinyu's still bloody wound, Wen Lu frowned involuntarily. She was momentarily at a loss as to whether Wang Jinyu's wound was too serious or if there was something wrong with his body's recovery ability. Why was the wound not healing?

"When you were injured before, did your wounds heal very slowly? Why do I feel that the healing speed of your wounds is a bit unusual?"

Wen Lu noticed Wang Jinyu's problem, and her brows furrowed tightly once again.

Given the normal healing speed of a person's wound, a thin layer of platelets should have already formed on Wang Jinyu's wound by now. However, his wound is still a bloody mess, which is not normal.

As she spoke, Wen Lu began to open up the other two wounds on Wang Jinyu's body. The other two wounds were not as badly torn as this one, but their healing was not going well either.

When Wen Lu saw through him, Wang Jinyu didn't hide anything. He looked at Wen Lu and spoke in a calm and unhurried tone, as if he didn't care about the matter.

“When I was ten years old, I was kidnapped and injected with an unknown liquid. After many tests, no abnormalities were found in my body, except that my wounds healed more slowly than normal.”

Upon hearing Wang Jinyu's words, Wen Lu's temples throbbed. She raised her hand to rub her aching temples, and at the same time, she thought of the batch of experimental injections that had gone missing from the laboratory years ago. It seemed that Wang Jinyu was one of the victims.

As Wen Lu rubbed her aching temples, she pondered her research over the years. It seemed that all their encounters were preordained.

The loss of that batch of injections was her parents' mistake, because they trusted bad people, which gave those people an opportunity to take advantage of them, making many normal people victims.

Her hard work over the years to earn money and build the laboratory was to make up for the mistakes she made back then.

However, she never expected that one of the victims would be right in front of her. This damned coincidence really left her speechless.

Since Wang Jinyu is one of the victims, it seems she really can't just walk away like that; she has to give him back his health first.

"I'll draw a vial of blood from you tomorrow morning and send it to a special research institute. I wonder if you'd be willing to cooperate?"

Drawing Wang Jinyu's blood requires his consent. If he doesn't agree, she'll steal his blood; she's determined to have it.

Looking into Wen Lu's eyes, Wang Jinyu smiled gently. He had already seen through her little thoughts, and spoke with a somewhat helpless tone.

“Even if I disagree, you still have ways to take my blood, so why should I make things difficult for myself? I’m willing to cooperate with you, but I have one request that I hope you can agree to.”

While applying medicine to Wang Jinyu's wound, Wen Lu listened to what he said. When he said he had a request, Wen Lu responded calmly, as if she would fulfill any request Wang Jinyu made now.

"You promised to cook porridge for me at noon, but you only bought me a bowl of porridge. I'm hungry now, and I don't know if I'll ever get to eat the porridge you made."

Wang Jinyu had been looking forward to cooking for Wen Lu ever since she agreed to. However, some unexpected things happened along the way, and he was worried that Wen Lu might be upset, so he didn't dare to ask for it.

But now, taking advantage of this opportunity, he decided he had to voice his request, otherwise he didn't know when he would have another chance.

After listening to Wang Jinyu's request, Wen Lu had just finished applying medicine to Wang Jinyu's wound.

She nodded, now very agreeable.

"Sure, would you like some savory porridge or sweet porridge? I'll make it for you right now."

Wen Lu covered Wang Jinyu with a blanket. From today onwards, she would pay extra attention to Wang Jinyu's wound. This had nothing to do with guilt; she was just worried that if there were any more accidents, his wound would be even more difficult to heal, and then his life would really be in danger.

"Salty porridge tastes bland in my mouth. I want to eat something flavorful."

As Wang Jinyu watched Wen Lu cover him with a blanket, an indescribable warmth welled up in his heart; he seemed to sense Wen Lu's care.

Wang Jinyu had no idea that the injection he received was related to Wen Lu; he only felt that Wen Lu was being kind to him now because of her sympathy.

He doesn't care about the reason now. If sympathy can make Wen Lu treat him better, he can pretend to be even more pitiful.

However, he was also a sensible person and would not make unreasonable demands; he couldn't bear to see Wen Lu overworked.

Wen Lu tidied up the bandages on the ground, then took her phone and walked out of the house. As she walked out, she sent messages to her lab, inquiring about the lab director's experimental progress, especially the progress of the No. 17 injection.

Soon, the head of the laboratory replied to Wen Lu with a text message and a file.