Chapter 35 You can even bandage?

The blade struck the man's shoulder, and he couldn't help but groan.

Kong Wange was stunned, thinking that Xiao Du had shielded her from it.

But upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Murong Ting!

Kong Wange felt like she was dreaming.

She subconsciously poked Murong Ting's injured left shoulder with her finger, and heard him hiss. He turned his head and said irritably, "Don't you think I'm in enough pain?"

Hearing the man's agitated voice, Kong Wange realized that this was the living Murong Ting.

She asked in a daze, "You... how did you get here?"

Murong Ting sneered: "I should be asking you that. You really are a target of hatred; wherever you are, there will be riots!"

Kong Wange reluctantly lowered her hand.

In that short time, the thug, seeing that his first attack had missed, actually tried to strike again.

Murong Ting's expression turned cold. He skillfully stood up and kicked the thug in the chest the moment he rushed at him!

The thug flew out, smashing a glass cabinet in the process.

Kong Wange: "..."

For a moment, no one knew whether the thug or Murong Ting was more destructive.

Murong Ting turned around and used his other hand, whose shoulder was uninjured, to pull Kong Wange up.

Kong Wange stood up and looked at his bleeding left shoulder, frowning as she said, "Your shoulder is badly injured and needs to be treated."

"Ha, you actually care about people?"

Murong Ting made a sarcastic remark as usual, then looked at the thugs who had surrounded them and said, "It's alright, let's deal with these guys first. What happened? How did you offend them?"

Kong Wange pursed her lips: "I also want to know who set their sights on this place so soon after I took over the TCM clinic!"

Murong Ting's expression was strange: "Isn't this the Kong family's clinic? When did you take over it?"

"Kong Zhizhao gave it to me."

Murong Ting clicked his tongue: "It seems that Kong Zhizhao doesn't want to run this TCM clinic properly."

Kong Wange remained silent.

But she didn't have time to argue with him right now. Seeing more and more thugs surrounding her, she asked, "Are you sure you can handle this?"

Murong Ting cracked his knuckles and raised an eyebrow: "If I can't, are you? Also, have some self-awareness as a woman, don't ask a man if he can do it in front of him?"

Kong Wange: "..."

“Even if she’s a woman he’s not interested in,” Murong Ting added.

Kong Wange was even more speechless.

The next moment, a thug rushed up with a steel pipe in his hand.

Murong Ting swept his leg diagonally, and before his opponent could get close, he fell face-first into the mud.

What followed was a solo performance by Murong Ting, who "swept away the enemy forces".

Despite being injured, he took down a group of thugs in just a few minutes!

Then, without stopping, he walked towards the bald man.

Looking at his brothers lying on the ground, the bald man was filled with rage. He stood up and pointed at Murong Ting: "You, which gang are you from?!"

Murong Ting sneered, and without saying a word, stepped forward, twisted his wrist, and put his entire arm behind his back.

The bald man's face was pressed against the cabinet, and his arm was in excruciating pain. He immediately yelled, "Hey, let me go! Please, have mercy on me!"

Kong Wange rolled her eyes, thinking to herself, "Big brother, you didn't seem this spineless when you angrily pulled out my silver needles just now!"

Murong Ting snorted coldly and turned around to ask, "What do you plan to do with these people?"

"Let's call the police!" Kong Wange took out her phone to make a call.

"No! Don't call the police!"

The principled bald man immediately backed down, "Don't you want to know who sent us? I'll tell you as long as you don't call the police!"

"Too late, I already know who it is."

Kong Wange took a bundle of rope from a short distance away and quickly tied up the bald man: "Alright, let him go now."

She then followed suit, providing each of the petty thugs with a one-stop rope service.

Along one side of the clinic, a group of young people with brightly colored hair were squatting in a row.

The police responded quickly and arrived shortly afterward. After taking everyone away, Zhang Fuxi and Xiao Du also went to the police station to give statements.

The huge traditional Chinese medicine clinic was suddenly left with only two people.

Kong Wange walked to the side and said to Murong Ting, "Take off your clothes."

Murong Ting: "???"

Noticing his strange look, Kong Wange rolled her eyes: "What are you thinking about? I'll bandage you up!"

"You know how to bandage?"

Despite his questioning tone, Murong Ting obediently took off his clothes, adding, "I don't need you, I can do it myself."

She applied the medicine to him?

Poisoning is more like it!

Kong Wange: "..."

"Murong Ting, can't you ever hear anything nice coming out of your mouth?"

"Kind words are for good people. Do the things you've done resemble those of a good person?" Murong Ting stared intently at her, his eyes cold.

Kong Wange had absolutely no desire to speak to him.

He casually tossed his suit jacket aside.

He then began to unbutton his shirt, but when he was halfway through, he found it difficult.

When we were fighting, I was really just relying on willpower to keep going.

Now that he relaxed, the nerves connected to the wound throbbed, causing him to break out in a cold sweat from the pain, let alone raise his hand to bandage it.

Kong Wange watched this clearly from the side and couldn't help but think of the time she spent at the Peony Residence in the countryside.

At that time, she was asked by her master to find a rare medicinal herb.

There are many strange and unusual herbs on Jinghang Mountain. She met the seriously injured Murong Ting while searching for herbs.

At that time, he injured his head, which indirectly led to blindness, and he had no fewer than ten injuries of varying sizes on his body.

She took him to Peony Residence and treated him with great care.

To her surprise, despite how devotedly she took care of him, he did that kind of thing to her...

Thinking of this, Kong Wange suddenly stopped her thoughts.

So many years have passed, she should have forgotten that past long ago.

Doesn't she know who Murong Ting is?

That was her first time, but he disappeared without a trace after that night.

If she hadn't seen it on TV later, she wouldn't have known that the man she had lived with at Peony Residence for so many days was actually the head of the famous Murong family, with whom she had a pre-existing marriage agreement!

How could a man like that lack female company?

It was just for fun.

It's just that she was foolish to think that those short three months would last a lifetime.

While Kong Wange was lost in thought, Murong Ting had already tried to take off his shirt for the third time.

She snapped out of her daze and saw him clenching his teeth and refusing to ask for help. A surge of anger rose in her heart, and she stepped forward and ripped his shirt off.

He hadn't noticed and aggravated Murong Ting's wound, causing him to gasp in shock.

"Kong Wange, I knew you were up to no good!"

Kong Wange sneered, "Likewise."

After she finished speaking, she took out iodine, white medicine, and gauze from the still intact counter.

She glanced at his wound and felt a sudden pang of pain in her heart. She frowned and said, "It's quite long, but thankfully it's not too deep. You don't need stitches. I'll apply some medicine for you, and change the bandage once a day. You can't get it wet for the next few days."

Ignoring the man's reaction, she applied iodine and began cleaning the wound.

The blood on his body had congealed somewhat and stained his shoulder, making the wound look quite gruesome.

Kong Wange's brows remained furrowed.

She stood very close to him, her gaze focused.

At this moment, there were only the two of them in the clinic, and the faint medicinal fragrance emanating from the woman lingered under Murong Ting's nose.