Song Yueying pulled Qi Yanjue aside and looked him over from head to toe.

His clothes were stained with a lot of blood, but his complexion looked okay; he didn't seem to have lost too much blood. Song Yueying still asked worriedly, "Are you injured?"

"I'm not injured," Qi Yanjue shook his head, giving her a positive answer.

He wasn't injured, and the blood on his clothes belonged to someone else, so Song Yueying secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Qi Yanjue had been pulled aside, his gaze remained fixed on the direction of the hospital bed.

Knowing he was worried about Luo Ming, Song Yueying glanced back at the direction of the hospital bed and whispered, "Although he is seriously injured, he hasn't lost much blood, so he won't be in any danger of dying."

“He took my white pills, and the effects lasted for at least a week.”

Realizing she was trying to comfort him, Qi Yanjue's heart stirred. He looked away and suddenly reached out to pull her into his arms, holding her tightly.

Song Yueying was stunned for a moment, then her expression changed drastically, and she raised her hand to push him away. But her strength was no match for Qi Yanjue's, and she couldn't move him at all.

Unable to break free, Song Yueying had no choice but to remind him, "Let me go! Your blood is on me!"

Qi Yanjue didn't let go of her; instead, he hugged her even tighter and whispered in her ear, "I'll go out and buy you a new outfit later. Let me hold you for a while now."

Song Yueying didn't know what he had been through, but she could sense that he was in a very bad mood.

Oh well, let him hug me for a while if he wants; it won't hurt him anyway.

The person in his arms stopped struggling, and Qi Yanjue smiled.

The atmosphere here was warm and cozy, while Zhao Yiheng cleaned and bandaged Luo Ming's wounds.

“Although he was seriously injured, he didn’t bleed much, and the wound even healed on its own without any medication…” Zhao Yiheng exclaimed in amazement.

"That's incredible!"

He didn't apply any medicine to Luo Ming's wound, and there were no traces of any medicine on it. Despite the lack of treatment, the wound was healing, and healing quite quickly…

The only thing he could think of was the white pill that Song Yueying had asked him to give to Luo Ming.

Because Song Yueying had said that there was no need to prescribe any more medicine for Luo Ming, as his body would recover gradually, he really didn't prescribe any more medicine, and Luo Ming's body did indeed recover very quickly.

First there was Qi Yanjue, and now it's Luo Ming. He has once again witnessed the miraculous effects of Song Yueying's pills, which is truly astonishing!

A little while later, he went to the post office to send a telegram to his grandfather to tell him about it.

"You mean Luo Ming... isn't in any danger?" Zhou Feng asked uncertainly.

Zhao Yiheng looked at him and said with great certainty, "Not only will he not be in any danger, but he will also recover quickly."

"How quickly is a quick recovery?" Chen Guangyao couldn't help but ask. He had personally witnessed the severity of Luo Ming's injuries when he and the captain found him.

Such a serious injury would require at least one or two months of rest. He simply couldn't understand how quickly Zhao Yiheng meant by "recovering quickly."

Zhao Yiheng really couldn't say that. He turned to look at Chen Guangyao. Seeing the bloodstains on his body and his arm hanging unnaturally, he asked, "Your arm is injured?"

"It's just a minor injury, nothing serious." Chen Guangyao's eyes flickered as he tried to hide his injured arm behind his back.

“Even a small injury is still an injury. If you don’t treat it and bandage it, it will get infected and worse, and it could even cost you your life,” Zhao Yiheng scolded.

He walked directly up to Chen Guangyao.

Chen Guangyao took a step back guiltily.

"Stretch out your arm," Zhao Yiheng urged in a deep voice. "Hurry up."

Chen Guangyao had no choice but to extend his arm. To be honest, they were still somewhat afraid of Zhao Yiheng, especially when Zhao Yiheng reprimanded them with a stern face.

That was real cursing, without any mercy.

Zhao Yiheng grabbed Chen Guangyao's injured arm and examined it closely. The clothes on his arm were torn, revealing the wound underneath.

The wound was indeed a minor injury, as he said, likely caused by a bullet grazing it.

"There's no medicine here, let's go outside and I'll apply it for you." With that, Zhao Yiheng pulled Chen Guangyao outside.

Zhou Feng wanted to follow and see, but Qi Yanjue stopped him, saying, "You stay here and watch over Luo Ming. When he wakes up, go to the next ward and call me immediately."

"Yes," Zhou Feng replied.

Qi Yanjue took Song Yueying's hand and walked towards the door of the ward.

Song Yueying felt embarrassed and tried to break free from his hand, but failed several times. In the end, she could only give up and let him hold her hand.

Seeing his captain leave hand in hand with his sister-in-law, Zhou Feng's eyes widened in disbelief.

Entering the next ward, Qi Yanjue closed the door and locked it.

Hearing the lock click shut, Song Yueying's heart skipped a beat, and she instantly became alert.

Qi Yanjue didn't notice her change. He took her hand and led her to the bedside, where they sat down together. As soon as he let go of her hand, he saw her quickly move backward.

The space in the middle could seat at least two more people. Qi Yanjue's gaze deepened, and he regretted letting go.

Seeing the depth in his eyes, Song Yueying couldn't guess what he wanted to do. She stood up and said, "You look very tired. Rest for a while, I won't..."

"Sit down." Cutting her off, Qi Yanjue could easily see that she was trying to escape. He directly rejected her clumsy excuse, "I'm not tired, and I don't need to rest."

Since that's what they've said, what could Song Yueying say? She slowly sat back down on the edge of the hospital bed.

Seeing her unease, Qi Yanjue sighed and said, "I do have some questions for you, but you don't need to look so apprehensive."

"I didn't," Song Yueying denied.

"Okay, if you say no, then no." Qi Yanjue didn't argue with her, his tone even carrying a hint of indulgence and pampering.

Qi Yanjue's behavior made Song Yueying's heart race, and she felt that something was wrong with him. "Can't you speak properly? Don't...don't do this..."

"How is it?" Qi Yanjue raised an eyebrow and chuckled. Her helpless expression made him feel that she cared about him. If she cared about him, then why did she bring up divorce after thinking of him?

Qi Yanjue couldn't understand it, but he didn't dare to ask her directly.

That laugh completely captivated Song Yueying, leaving her staring blankly at his handsome face. This man was truly good-looking, perfectly matching her aesthetic standards.

Seeing her staring at him in a daze, her pretty face flushed, Qi Yanjue leaned closer and gently placed his hand on her forehead, "Moon Shadow..."

Song Yueying jumped up in surprise, quickly took a step back, and looked at him with wary eyes.

An invisible barrier has been built between the two.

Seeing his hand miss its mark, Qi Yanjue frowned. He looked up at Song Yueying and, seeing the wariness in her eyes, acted faster than he thought, grabbing her arm and pulling her closer.

Her soft body fell into his arms, and she sat on his lap, his other arm tightly encircling her waist.

“You…” Song Yueying was stunned by his behavior, and immediately struggled after she realized what was happening.

"Don't move." The man's warning voice rang in her ear. "Moon Shadow, if you move again, I can't guarantee what I might do to you."

"Let me go." Song Yueying didn't take his warning seriously and continued to struggle to get up. Mainly, she was too panicked at the moment and only wanted to escape.

The arm that was holding her waist tightened its grip, and Song Yueying cried out in pain.

Realizing his actions had frightened her, Qi Yanjue's eyes darkened. He had been too hasty; this little woman had only just begun to have some memories of him, and those memories weren't even her own.

He's too hasty; he'll only push her further away.

Qi Yanjue understood the principle of boiling a frog in lukewarm water better than anyone. He held her waist with both hands, turned the soft body in his arms to the edge of the bed, and stood up.

Song Yueying was about to curse when he put her down on the edge of the bed. He not only let go of her, but also got up to create some distance between them.

What could she possibly say?

Seeing her lost in thought again, Qi Yanjue placed his large hand on her forehead. He bent down to look at her, his tone worried, "Why are you always spacing out? Are you not feeling well?"

Song Yueying looked up. The two were very close, so close that... when their eyes met, she gasped for breath and quickly looked away, not daring to look at him again.

“I’m in good health.” After saying that, Song Yueying took a deep breath and continued, “Didn’t you just say you had something to ask me? Ask me whatever you want.”

Seeing that she had changed the subject, Qi Yanjue suppressed his restless heart. He straightened up and walked back to where he had been sitting. "Well, I have some questions I'd like to ask you."

Song Yueying looked at him without saying anything, but her meaning was clear: she was waiting for him to ask.

But in her heart she was thinking that if he wanted to ask about what happened in the alley in the heavy rain, she certainly wouldn't answer honestly.

She was so angry at the time that she showed no mercy to those people. With an iron rod in one hand and an axe in the other, she struck one person with the rod and another with the back of the axe.

Some hit the body, some the shoulders, some the legs, and some even the head...

Anyway, the attack isn't concentrated in one place, but everyone gets a share.

She still clearly remembers those people lying on the ground, silently cursing her as a devil and a female demon while suffering physical pain and mental torment.

Until she fainted.

They wanted her and Qi Yanjue dead; of course, she could be a devil, a female demon.

"You and Yiheng went to see the person who woke up. Did he say anything useful?" Qi Yanjue asked.

Lost in her memories, Song Yueying was startled by these words, her eyes flashing with surprise. She steadied herself and asked, "What do you mean by 'useful information'?"

Seeing her reaction, Qi Yanjue didn't think much of it and gave an example, "For instance, how did they get so badly injured? Who injured them?"

Where did their weapons go?

"The most important point is, they clearly came to kill me, so why did they let us go in the end?"

Song Yueying thought guiltily to herself, "I can give you the answers to these questions, but I can't say them."

"Dr. Zhao and I asked that person all the questions you mentioned," Song Yueying shook her head regretfully. "Unfortunately, he only had one answer: he didn't know."

"When I asked Dr. Zhao any questions, his answer was always 'I don't know.'"

As expected, Qi Yanjue asked again, "Haven't the others woken up yet?"

"No." Song Yueying shook her head again, her gaze fixed on Qi Yanjue, not wanting to miss any expression on his face.

"It's alright, there's no rush." ​​Qi Yanjue smiled at her and comforted her, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

"I will have someone keep a close eye on the person who wakes up, and I will not give him the opportunity to send out messages."

"As for those who haven't woken up yet, we'll talk about them when they do."

Hearing him say this, Song Yueying remembered what he had said. He had said that those people would spread her news, and that she and her mother would be in danger.

Actually, she really wanted to tell him that his reminder came too late.

The day I first met you, news of me had already spread. By now, those people have probably investigated her entire family history, down to the eighteenth generation.

"Yes." Song Yueying nodded. "I'm not worried. I believe you can protect me and Mom."

She said that, but what she really thought was, "I can protect myself and Mom myself. You shouldn't worry; just focus on finding and dealing with those who want you dead."

Otherwise, being constantly attacked and hunted down would be very annoying.

Qi Yanjue looked at her, listening to her say she wasn't worried, that she believed he could protect her and her mother. But he sensed that she didn't seem to feel the same way she said.

Feeling flustered again as he looked at her so thoughtfully.

She forced herself to suppress her panic and asked in a very calm tone, "You've been attacked twice, and both times you were on the verge of death. Didn't you ever think about fighting back?"

"Fight back." Qi Yanjue's thoughts were instantly drawn to her words, and he gave a wry smile, saying, "I don't even know who wants my life, how can I fight back?"

"If I hadn't met you, I would have lost my life in the first ambush."

"Yes, what's the point of fighting back if you're dead?" Song Yueying nodded in agreement. But then she thought, "He's still alive, so he should fight back, he absolutely must."

Song Yueying said, "If you're dead, you don't need to fight back, but you're still alive, so you should fight back. If you suffer a loss and don't retaliate, people will think you're easy to bully."

"People always pick on the weak. You may see being taken advantage of as a blessing, but your opponent won't think that way."

"Then, attacks on you may continue to occur."

Qi Yanjue's eyes flashed with admiration; what she said was absolutely right.

Song Yueying continued, "On the contrary, once you fight back, your opponent will have to weigh whether it's worth it and whether they can bear the consequences if they want to send someone to attack you again."

How could she... how could she understand these things? Qi Yanjue had to admit that Song Yueying's words had greatly shocked him.

He guessed that she was not the Song Yueying of the past, but he could never have guessed that she knew far more than he had imagined.

"How do you plan to retaliate?" Qi Yanjue asked almost involuntarily, but then he felt that was not the right way to put it, so he added, "Although you were implicated because of me, you were still attacked after all."

Although his statement is somewhat far-fetched, it is not entirely untrue.

“You’re right, they attacked me too.” Song Yueying nodded in agreement. “I’m not a kind person. If they attacked me, I would definitely fight back.”