"Who am I? Haven't I already explained? I'm Phantom's sister. Why should I be nervous about coming here? This isn't some underworld."
Looking at the indifferent expression on Yanhuo's face, Wen Lu smiled gently. She was indeed not nervous now. Why should she be nervous when she was back in her own home? You know, when she was still Meiying, she would come here several times a year. She had long regarded this place as her home.
Fireworks stared into Wen Lu's eyes for a while, but finding nothing amiss, he turned and left. He didn't have any more time to waste here.
After Qingyi left with Brother Fu, she told him everything she had seen and heard while following Wen Lu at the North Shore Manor. Brother Fu didn't seem to care after listening.
"She already said she's Phantom's sister, so it's normal that she's skilled. You haven't seen how reckless Phantom was before. She slid down from 1,500 meters in the air with just a rope. I was completely stunned when she rescued me."
At this point, Brother Fu looked up at Boss Qiao, who was cleaning his wounds, and sighed softly.
"Do you know why Boss Qiao was willing to risk his life to avenge Phantom? He's not stupid; Phantom's death made him lose his mind. He truly regarded Phantom as his own sister."
"Back then, Boss Qiao was surrounded by three forces. Everyone tried many methods, but no one could get in to rescue him, and they couldn't find a suitable breakthrough."
"Then Phantom appeared. She was alone, carrying a submachine gun, and brought Boss Qiao out. Although both she and Boss Qiao were seriously injured at the time, they ultimately survived."
"From that day on, Boss Qiao announced in Institute 9 that Phantom would be a VIP of Institute 9 from now on. But in Boss Qiao's heart, Phantom was not just a VIP. She was a family member and a savior."
"Boss Qiao lost both his parents at a young age, so he unconsciously became more wary of everyone. From that day on, Boss Qiao gave Phantom all the power he could. Did you know that Boss Qiao also had a will, which stated that all his assets would go to Phantom on the day he passed away..."
"But unexpectedly, Phantom took the first step."
Wen Lu leaned against the wall, listening to Fu Ge's words. She smiled softly. If she had known there was such a good thing before, she wouldn't have needed to work so hard to earn money. She could have just waited for Boss Qiao to give her the money. You know, the annual output value of Boss Qiao's three rare earth mines is enough for her to take on so many jobs that she'd be sick of it.
Hearing the soft laughter behind them, Fu Ge and Qingyi turned around at the same time to look in Wen Lu's direction. Fu Ge didn't care why Wen Lu was there, but spoke to Wen Lu very warmly.
"Boss Qiao should be finished cleaning soon, could you please go and check on him now?"
As he spoke, Brother Fu led Wen Lu into the disinfection room. Wen Lu looked at Boss Qiao lying on the hospital bed and frowned. She had thought that Boss Qiao's injury would be serious, but she did not expect it to be this serious.
Wen Lu strode forward and operated the most advanced miniature instrument to begin a full-body examination of Boss Qiao. Only after confirming that Boss Qiao's internal organs were undamaged did Wen Lu breathe a sigh of relief.
"Fortunately, Boss Qiao's internal organs were not damaged. All the injuries were concentrated on the skin and bones. He had six broken ribs, a broken arm, and a broken leg. I'm going to disinfect the wound now and start surgery immediately."
Wen Lu was glad that he had set up an operating room here; otherwise, he really wouldn't have been able to find a suitable hospital in a short time.
The location of Institute 9 is quite special; it is an isolated island with only Institute 9 as its organization. That's why Phantom set up a medical room there in case of emergency.
Boss Joe always obeyed Phantom's every request, which is why this medical room was established. All the surgical equipment inside is state-of-the-art, and the surgical robot that Phantom previously developed is also in this operating room.
After a five-hour surgery, Boss Qiao was wheeled out of the operating room wrapped up like a mummy, while Wen Lu remained inside the operating room for a long time.
She quietly looked at the surgical robot she had previously developed, and a bold idea came to her mind: if she could pre-program the robot, could she perform surgery on herself?
The medical robot she developed can achieve better results than human surgery in certain situations, but it has one drawback: it requires operation by a professional...
It seems this medical robot needs further upgrades; if there is good progress, her chances of survival will increase significantly.
Turning her gaze away, Wen Lu stood up from the chair. She felt a wave of dizziness. She quickly steadied herself, forced her trembling hands to support her weight, took a piece of candy from her pocket, and popped it into her mouth.
She thought it was because she hadn't eaten for a long time, which caused her low blood sugar.
Just then, Qingyi came in from outside looking for her. As soon as she entered, she saw Qingyi standing there with one hand on the table, her face pale, looking very uncomfortable.
"Ms. Wen... are you alright? Is there anything I can help you with?"
"I need you to prepare some food for me, preferably a cup of sweet milk tea..."
Wen Lu looked at Qingyi. She had a pretty good impression of Qingyi. She thought he was a bit eccentric, but had no other faults. She gave Qingyi a mischievous smile.
Looking at Wen Lu's smile, Qingyi couldn't help but chuckle. He stepped forward, took Wen Lu's arm, and led her out of the operating room.
Seeing that Wen Lu had difficulty walking, he picked her up in his arms without hesitation and said in a gentle tone, "I'll take you to Meiying's room first. Meiying is the only girl in our 9th Institute, and her room is quite well-equipped."
"Go wash up first, and then I'll have the maid bring you milk tea and lunch to your room so you can get some rest."
Looking at Wen Lu lying quietly in his arms, Qingyi guessed that Wen Lu was exhausted, and his brows furrowed involuntarily.
"Miss Wen, judging from your condition... it seems like you have some health problem. You must be quite skilled in medicine, can't you treat yourself?"
"I……"
Upon hearing Qingyi's question, Wen Lu hesitated for a moment. Why hadn't she treated her? She truly didn't know how to answer that question...
"Let me think about how to answer your question. Actually, I haven't given up on myself, but... never mind, from today onwards, I'll focus on treating myself. Otherwise, if I try to save others in the future, no one will believe in my medical skills."
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