Chapter 307: Was it just... an illusion?

After a while, Lu Jingshu came out of the ward with a serious face.

Zhou Zipei couldn't help but feel nervous, but his mouth was straight. Perhaps it was the slight panic that prevented him from asking immediately.

Instead, Chu Mian stepped forward: "How is it?"

Lu Jingshu's voice was a little low: "It's quite serious."

Something that even the federal government couldn't do anything about, naturally, it couldn't be an ordinary injury. Even though they had expected this situation in advance, Zhou Zipei and Chu Mian still felt heavy in their hearts.

"Can it be cured?" Zhou Zipei asked hoarsely.

Lu Jingshu said: "Even if it can't, I will make it possible."

After getting her affirmative answer, Zhou Zipei didn't feel relieved, but became more worried.

"When can the operation start?"

Before Lu Jingshu could speak, there was a sudden noise in the ward.

Zhou Zipei didn't even think about it, and pushed open the door. She saw Lu Siyin, who was still asleep just now, standing at the head of the bed, putting on her coat.

After pulling out the infusion tube, there was still blood on the back of her hand, and there were also a few drops of blood on the white quilt. It was obviously caused by her being too rough when she pulled it out.

Lu Siyin saw them come in lightly, and then continued her actions without any care. After putting on her coat, she straightened her clothes.

Her face was still a little pale, and her slightly wrinkled brows showed impatience. She held the pistol at her waist in her hand, which looked like a threat no matter how she looked at it.

Seeing that she was about to leave, Zhou Zipei strode over, but before he got close, he heard the sound of bullets being loaded, and his steps paused.

The gun turned in Lu Siyin's hand, and she looked at them and said calmly: "Thank you all for your care. I'm fine now. I will repay you for your kindness today in the future. Now we're goodbye."

She nodded to Zhou Zipei and walked towards the door, but when she passed by Zhou Zipei, he grabbed her wrist and she had to stop where she was.

Lu Siyin glanced at him sideways, as if she had thought of something, and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Zhou. I will double compensate you for destroying your store. If you have any other requests, you can also ask and I will do my best to meet them."

Zhou Zipei listened to her calling him Mr. Zhou all the time, with a polite yet distant attitude. As the president of Yueqing Chamber of Commerce, it is true that she cannot be blamed at all, but he was just annoyed by her reaction.

"Where are you going?"

Lu Siyin said, "This is my private trip, I can't tell you."

Zhou Zipei's breathing suddenly became heavy, and her back was stiff. They were in a stalemate for a while. When Lu Siyin was obviously impatient, he touched her forehead with his other hand, and said in a slightly tough tone: "Your fever hasn't subsided yet, it's better to..."

"Mr. Zhou," Lu Siyin interrupted him with a frown, and said, "This is my freedom, please don't worry about my body."

Zhou Zipei gritted her teeth, her eyelashes trembled slightly, as if there was something stuck in her throat. She didn't eat soft and hard, and it became her normal to keep him, but she failed every time.

"Have you ever cared about your body?" His dark eyes captured Lu Siyin's bloodless face.

Lu Siyin looked back, still calm: "Of course."

She seemed to have completely lost her patience, and suddenly attacked, taking advantage of Zhou Zipei's inattention, she pulled her wrist out, spun the gun in her hand, and then pointed it at Zhou Zipei's temple, half-closed her eyes and threatened: "I should go back, I hope you know each other better."

It was getting late, if she didn't go back, Yun Nan outside the hot spring shop might get suspicious.

The action was too fast, and Lu Jingshu and Chu Mian were caught off guard. They took a step forward, but did not dare to act rashly.

Zhou Zipei raised her hand to stop them from going forward, staring at Lu Siyin without blinking, without any panic in her eyes, only calmness and peace, even the tone of her voice did not change at all: "You should shoot, otherwise don't even think about walking out of this door."

Lu Siyin tightened his grip on the pistol, and if he was not careful, the gun would go off accidentally.

"Are you really not afraid of death?" She sneered.

Zhou Zipei smiled miserably, and her body relaxed at this time. He raised his eyebrows and looked at her provocatively, saying, "To die in your hands is also a fulfillment for me."

Lu Siyin sarcastically said, "You really have deep feelings for your missing lover. You are so tolerant even to me, your substitute."

Zhou Zipei said helplessly, "How many times do I have to tell you before you believe that you are the one I am looking for, the lover you mentioned."

Lu Siyin's index finger was tensely holding the trigger, and she dared not move. No one knew that a thin layer of sweat had already appeared on her palm.

"Do you think I will believe it?"

"You will always believe it."

The two chatted one by one, asking and answering one by one, and they were very engaged and smooth. Lu Siyin did not notice at all that Lu Jingshu was approaching quietly.

"I advise you to go back to where you came from, and it's best not to provoke our federal government."

As soon as Lu Siyin finished the last word, she immediately felt something was wrong. The hand holding the gun reflexively swept through an arc, changed direction, and pressed down with the index finger. However, the moment she saw Lu Jingshu, she was instantly shocked, her face turned from pale to gray, and finally broke the calmness on the surface of her eyes, which completely exposed the emotions in her eyes.

Panic, pain, despair.

She tried her best to turn her arm to the other direction. Fortunately, Lu Jingshu was prepared at this time. At the critical moment, she leaned back and kicked her.

Lu Siyin only felt a pain in her wrist. As the gun left her hand, there was a "bang" and the bullet was fired and embedded in the wall.

She breathed a sigh of relief. Her right hand hung weakly at her side, shaking constantly. She supported it with her left hand and maintained this state for a long time.

After Lu Jingshu bent down, she stood up quickly. With her quick eyes and hands, she kicked the gun on the ground away. Without saying a word, she stepped forward and grabbed Lu Siyin's wrist that she had kicked. Seeing that she was shaking so badly, she said in annoyance: "It hurts a lot."

If she had known earlier, she would not have used so much force.

Lu Siyin lowered her eyes and said nothing. In fact, it didn't hurt much. Now she didn't feel anything anymore. Her hands were shaking because she was scared.

She almost took Lu Jingshu's life.

She slowed down and pulled her hand back from Lu Jingshu's. Her right hand was finally not so exaggerated. Her expression returned to calmness. The costume that had just been shattered was perfectly repaired and connected without any flaws.

Lu Jingshu's eyes darkened, her eyebrows moved slightly, and she was silent.

Was it just... an illusion?

At this time, Lu Siyin was surrounded by Zhou Zipei, Lu Jingshu and Chu Mian. He had no gun in his hand, and it was difficult to deal with the three of them together with the brute force he had when he was sick.

The situation changed in an instant, and the active became passive.

"Major General Dieyin should rest here and recuperate!" Chu Mian's words were still peaceful, like a stream flowing through the wilderness, "Don't worry, we won't hurt you, and the treatment is free."

Lu Siyin looked at the three people, and suddenly laughed sarcastically: "Do you think I have any choice?"

Chu Mian smiled slightly: "In that case, then you can rest here well. Call for help if you need anything."