Chapter 88 He's bleeding, please let my wife blow on him.
Murong Ting took out his phone, opened the chat box labeled "Gold-Swallowing Woman", took a picture of Lin Cheng's bleeding finger, and sent a text message.
Not long after, Kong Wange ran downstairs in a panic.
Pushing open the study door, she immediately saw Lin Cheng's hands covered in blood, and her beautiful brows furrowed: "What happened to you?"
Lin Cheng sighed, "Hey, Madam, I was just about to cut some fruit for Young Master Ting when I cut my hand without noticing. Could you please take a look?"
Kong Wange took out the spare home medicine kit from the study, lifted his finger, and said while examining it, "Okay, let me check how serious the wound is. If it's serious, it will need stitches."
She took out iodine and pulled Lin Cheng's arm.
However, just before she was about to place the cotton swab, she stopped.
She bent down and took a careful sniff.
Lin Cheng tensed up instantly upon seeing her expression.
Oh no, we've been discovered.
Beside him, Murong Ting shook his head and took a step back.
He acted as if it were none of his business.
Unexpectedly, the next moment, Kong Wange looked up with a serious expression, as if she hadn't seen through him, and said, "Lin Cheng, you wait here, I'll go back to my room to get the other treatment tools."
Lin Cheng breathed a sigh of relief: "Oh, then young mistress, hurry up, I'm in so much pain."
Kong Wange ignored him and quietly left the study.
Seeing that she had left, Lin Cheng winked smugly at Murong Ting sitting at the table, "Young Master Ting, don't forget the 300,000 yuan, okay? The young mistress must have gone back to her room to get her silver needles. I heard that there's a technique in traditional Chinese medicine called silver needle hemostasis. In a little while, the young mistress will be showing off her superb medical skills!"
Not long after she finished speaking, Kong Wange returned to the study.
Lin Cheng and Murong Ting stared intently at her.
She threw what she was holding in front of Lin Cheng and said, "Hurry up and put it on, otherwise the wound will heal soon."
Lin Cheng: "..."
He looked down and saw that it was a small band-aid.
Lin Cheng blushed, feeling incredibly embarrassed, but he forced himself to remain calm and flattered her, saying, "Young Madam, your medical skills are truly superb. You've come up with such an economical and effective Band-Aid treatment method. I'm truly impressed."
Kong Wange sighed: "Lin Cheng, this isn't about superb medical skills, it's about common sense."
She glanced casually at Murong Ting's dark face: "Such a clumsy trick, only an idiot like me could not see through it."
Before leaving, she added, "Lin Cheng, I don't care what your purpose is, whether it's your own choice or you're forced into it, just listen to me, don't hurt yourself next time, okay? Be good to yourself."
After Kong Wange left, Lin Cheng sat listlessly in a chair in the living room: "Young Master Ting, is there still a bonus in this situation? This is not my fault, I have cuts on my hands. You can only blame the young mistress for being too clever; we can't outmaneuver her."
Murong Ting had also realized that he couldn't rely on Lin Cheng to get things done.
"What's the use of keeping you around? You mess things up and still want a bonus? Dream on. When it really matters, you have to rely on yourself."
As he spoke, Murong Ting got up and took a kitchen knife from the kitchen.
Lin Cheng exclaimed in shock, "Young Master Ting, no way, are you serious? I only dare to use a fruit knife, and you're going to use a kitchen knife?"
Murong Ting snorted coldly and gestured to himself.
Cutting off a finger?
It was a finger just now, and now it's another one. Isn't that too obvious?
Cut off an arm?
Wouldn't that be too painful? Besides, what if I cut an artery? Wouldn't that be a case of losing more than I gain?
Murong Ting spent a long time comparing and weighing the options but still couldn't decide where to cut.
Lin Cheng couldn't hold back any longer: "Young Master Ting, are you going to get it done or not?"
Murong Ting glanced at Lin Cheng, stepped out from behind his desk, and handed him the knife: "Here you go!"
Lin Cheng: "...Should I cut me or you?"
Murong Ting coldly uttered a single word: "Me!"
He took a knife and slashed the CEO in the middle of the night. Was he crazy, or was the CEO crazy?
He took the knife, somewhat at a loss: "Young Master Ting, are you... are you really going to cut me?"
Murong Ting said impatiently, "Hurry up!"
Lin Cheng then cautiously asked, "Young Master Ting, do you get a bonus for cutting my flesh?"
Murong Ting glanced at them coldly: "If you hurt them, your bonus will be deducted!"
Lin Cheng was on the verge of tears. He knew he would definitely have to carry anesthetics with him at all times from now on.
It looks like the bonus is definitely going to be withheld today.
He hesitated, just like Murong Ting before, pondering where to begin cutting.
Just then, the study door was suddenly pushed open.
Lin Cheng was startled, his hand holding the knife trembled, and he let go.
Murong Chen, holding a bottle of milk he had just taken out of the refrigerator, looked at the two people in the study and said, "Daddy, Uncle Lin Cheng, health is the foundation of everything. Why are you whispering to each other in the middle of the night? Uncle Lin Cheng, don't set a bad example for my daddy. Stop bothering him and let him get some rest."
Lin Cheng clutched his chest: "Young Master, Ting Shao and I were discussing company matters. We're almost done talking, so don't worry about it. Go upstairs and get some sleep."
Murong Chen looked at the two of them suspiciously: "Yeah, I'll drink a glass of milk and then go to sleep."
Then he closed the door and went upstairs.
Lin Cheng's tense nerves relaxed, and he turned to Murong Ting and said, "Young Master Ting, you scared me to death just now. I thought the young mistress had come in."
"Hey, Young Master Ting, why do you look so pale? Are you alright?"
Cold sweat poured down Murong Ting's forehead as he gritted his teeth and asked, "Where's your knife?"
"My knife? Yes, where's my knife?" Lin Cheng realized that his kitchen knife was missing and no longer in his hand.
Murong Ting was furious at his stupidity, his voice flaring: "Your knife is on my leg!"
"What?!"
Lin Cheng was startled and looked down, only to see that Murong Ting's trousers had been ripped open with a long tear.
There was still blood oozing from his thigh.
The kitchen knife had long since disappeared, bouncing and hopping away somewhere.
"Young Master Ting, your leg..." Lin Cheng pointed at his thigh, unable to speak.
Murong Ting's vision went black from the pain.
He tried to move around, but found that the pain was even worse, with each movement stimulating his nerves.
Lin Cheng was terrified: "Young Master Ting, let me take you to the hospital!"
Murong Ting glared at him, then decided to go all out: "No need, we have a doctor in our family."
As he spoke, he pointed upstairs.
"Doesn't it hurt?" Lin Cheng asked cautiously.
"What do you think? Hurry up and call Kong Wange down!"
Lin Cheng, with an admiring look on his face that said, "No wonder you can be a president," hurriedly went upstairs and called Kong Wange down.
Kong Wange didn't believe it at first, thinking the two were acting again, but when she saw the blood on Murong Ting's leg, she was really shocked.
She quickly asked Lin Cheng to help Murong Ting to the bed in the master bedroom.
He turned to Murong Ting and said, "Take off your pants."
Murong Ting on the bed: "..."
Seeing that the atmosphere was tense, Lin Cheng, the cleaver killer, wisely said, "Young Madam, I don't think I can be of much help here. I'll wait outside. Just call me if you need anything."
“Okay.” Kong Wange nodded.
Lin Cheng considerately closed the bedroom door and then left.
Seeing that he still hadn't made a move, Kong Wange raised an eyebrow: "What, do you need my help?"
Murong Ting gritted his teeth and said, "No need."
As he pulled down his pants, he cursed Lin Cheng inwardly.
At the same time, I was thinking about which other brilliant minds in the company could be qualified for the position of president's assistant.
Of all places to make a cut, this one ended up on her thigh, giving Kong Wange an easy advantage!
Murong Ting took off his pants, leaving only his boxer shorts, which bulged in the middle.
Kong Wange kept her eyes straight ahead, turned around, picked up her first-aid kit, and stepped forward.
Seeing the woman approach, Murong Ting, still suffering from the aftereffects of his wedding night, instinctively shrank back.
Kong Wange sneered: "Shy? No need. I'm not interested in your body. After all, I've seen everything I needed to see five years ago, so it's really nothing special."
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