Chapter 720: Chapter 720: Ticket Problem
Arriving at the hospital.
Because of the shooting incident, many people gathered at the emergency room, and many were swollen and bleeding all over due to the stampede. Rong Ling considered minor injuries, so the doctor wrote a slip and had no energy to bother him further.
Li Yufei asked the doctor for medicine and bandages. She let Rong Ling sit on a chair in the corridor, then sat beside him, turning slightly toward him.
His arm was still bleeding, the wound deep but not continuous, and the bleeding points were scattered, as if scraped by something sharp repeatedly.
Li Yufei said with concern, “It must hurt.”
Rong Ling: “It doesn’t hurt, don’t worry, I don’t feel anything.”
Li Yufei sighed and gently wiped his wound with an alcohol swab.
Seeing Li Yufei being so careful as she worried it might hurt him, the corners of his lips unconsciously lifted.
Even if injured, as long as she’s by his side, he seemed not to feel pain.
She is the best painkiller.
Li Yufei watched his blood continuously spill out and slightly retracted her fingers: “Tell me, why have we faced so many disasters since we’ve been together? Could it be that we’re not compatible?”
Rong Ling frowned: “You believe in fate?”
Li Yufei: “No, it’s just…”
It’s hard not to connect the dots.
Rong Ling: “What if we aren’t compatible? Even if we really aren’t, I still want to be with you, even if it means dying.”
Li Yufei was slightly stunned, her grip on the alcohol swab tightened, and the alcohol dripped onto Rong Ling’s wound.
Rong Ling leaned forward: “Sis, you got distracted. It hurts.”
Li Yufei immediately retracted her hand, “Sorry.”
Rong Ling: “Were you thinking about me just now?”
Li Yufei: “Yes, thinking about you.”
Rong Ling: “I’m right in front of you, yet you’re still thinking about me?”
Li Yufei: “Of course.”
Rong Ling chuckled softly, “Yufei, I remember when I first met you, you weren’t like this.”
Li Yufei applied the painkiller and gently tapped his cheek: “After being with you for a long time, I’ve become like this.”
Rong Ling was about to speak but saw the details of the shooting incident being broadcast on the TV on the hospital wall.
No one in the front row survived.
The scene footage transmitted was uncensored.
Some seats even had obliterated body parts. One chair was full of bullet holes, and the silver-shell bullets looked out of place, as if they were specially customized.
Rong Ling sighed: “Luckily we left and didn’t sit in the front row; seat seven was completely torn apart.”
Seven?
Li Yufei pulled the ticket stub from her pocket, and her expression became solemn.
It seems it’s not our compatibility, but someone wants her dead in the United States.
Rong Ling noticed her abnormality and immediately stood up: “What’s wrong?”
Li Yufei handed the ticket stub to him: “We were seats seven and eight.”
Rong Ling opened his mouth but didn’t speak.
He clearly saw earlier, the bullet holes in seats seven and eight were more than others, and they were special silver bullets, clearly prepared.
Bullet casings scattered on other seats were bronze.
Rong Ling told Li Yufei about it, and their expressions instantly turned serious.
He said: “The hospital isn’t safe either. Let’s go home. Until this is investigated, we’ll stay indoors. The groceries we bought can last us a long time.”
Li Yufei worriedly looked at his arm: “Although your wound temporarily stopped bleeding, it hasn’t been checked.”
Rong Ling: “This minor injury is nothing.”
Compared to her safety, his injury is insignificant.
Li Yufei: “It’s still safer to check it.”
Rong Ling didn’t want to convince her further and directly used his uninjured hand to grasp her wrist, leading her out of the emergency room.
Along the way, Li Yufei saw many people injured or dead due to the shooting.
Some were because of the stampede, some because of gunshots.
They hurt so many innocent people just to keep her alive!
Who could it be?
Few people can orchestrate such a grand scene.
Is it someone from Huake? Are they really so bold and ruthless?
Li Yufei’s gaze grew colder.
…
Returning home.
Li Yufei arranged for her assistant to find a few more bodyguards nearby and reported it to the police.
However, the efficiency of the local police is low, and it is likely there won’t be results anytime soon.
After finishing all the tasks, Li Yufei stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, distractedly gazing at the distant and dim lights.
From here, she could overlook most of the surrounding views, the forest park not too far away, nearby skyscrapers, and even her own reflection on the window.
She quietly sighed, feeling somewhat weary inside.
Suddenly.
Rong Ling gently embraced her from behind.
Li Yufei said surprised: “Your arm has an injury.”
Rong Ling: “Holding you doesn’t hurt.”
Li Yufei: “I dragged you into this.”
Rong Ling: “What are you saying? Treating me like an outsider? Sis, I’m willing to live and die with you, yet you say you drag me down, this makes me, sad.”
The last two words, he sighed lightly in her ear.
Lazy, husky with some resentment.
Li Yufei: “No, I just feel sorry for you.”
Rong Ling smiled: “If you really feel sorry, try what I mentioned last time.”
Li Yufei’s ears suddenly reddened, and she turned to glare at him with embarrassment.
Rong Ling’s lips approached her earlobe, seductively saying: “You see, I’m injured now, and I really feel quite painful.”
He blinked lightly, his eyelashes fluttered, seemingly concealing a hint of mist in his eyes.
Ah!
Li Yufei’s heart instantly turned soft.
She lowered her voice: “Just once, and not possible next time.”
Upon hearing her say this, Rong Ling immediately eagerly picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.
Li Yufei was surprised: “Isn’t your arm hurting?”
Rong Ling: “I can endure it.”
Li Yufei looked at him suspiciously.
They tossed and turned for half the night.
Li Yufei only slowly woke up the next noon.
She smelled a very fragrant scent wafting into the bedroom from outside.
After freshening up, she pushed open the door and stepped out.
Only to see Rong Ling standing in the kitchen, holding a pot in one hand and a spatula in the other, seemingly cooking.
Li Yufei adjusted her clothes and walked into the kitchen: “Rong Ling.”
Rong Ling looked at her: “Hm?”
Li Yufei: “Is your arm okay?”
Rong Ling: “It’s nothing to begin with.”
Li Yufei took a deep breath: “Yesterday, did you lie to me?”
Only then did Rong Ling remember something, his wrist relaxed, and the pot steadily landed on the induction cooker.
The pot was stable, not like it was dropped by accident.
Li Yufei pressed her lips, crossed her arms, leaned against the wall, and looked at him with a faint smile.
Rong Ling bowed his head: “I just wanted you to coax me.”
Li Yufei: “You can’t lie to me.”
Rong Ling: “At that time, it really did hurt.”
Seeing him with a “sincere” look, Li Yufei pressed her throbbing temple and skipped the topic: “What are we having today?”