Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

With a click.

The bottom of the porcelain cup fell on the table with a crisp sound.

Ye Kong stroked the rim of the cup with his fingertips, laughed first, then looked up at him: "Do you want an apology or confession from me?"

She looked at the young man standing not far away and said with a smile: "Me? No way?"

"..." The young man was speechless for a moment. He stared at her for a moment before saying, "You are right. I was wishful thinking. How could you, Ye Shiyi, feel remorse for anyone?"

Someone suddenly came running in from outside the door: "Brother! The things have been distributed!"

The person rushed in and saw that there was someone else in the room. Her footsteps and voices all stopped. She glanced at Ye Kong with a flickering look in her eyes and said in a very stiff tone: "You are here too."

Ye Kong looked at the person who came with a smile.

It was Yuan Xiaoqi, the girl who had once clamored to replace her. The "Go Girl" she submitted had been published in Huaye magazine under a different name.

Maybe she was in awe of Ye Kong, the secret boss, but she looked a bit timid. She glanced at the two people who were in a bad mood, tugged at Yuan Ye's sleeve, and whispered, "Brother, this is my first time in Flower Box. Can you take me around?"

Yuanye then slowly withdrew his gaze from Ye Kong, replied softly with "OK", turned around and walked out.

Yuan Xiaoqi glanced at Ye Kong again, who raised his teacup and raised his lips to her. Yuan Xiaoqi subconsciously wanted to curl her lips, but she held back and said in a low voice: "Don't mess with my brother. He was in a bad mood after seeing the news."

After saying that, she quickly turned and left.

Ye Kong stood there holding the teacup, feeling confused for a while: "I was just staying here honestly, how did I provoke him? I might as well persuade him not to provoke me."

The girl tilted her head back and drank the tea. Then she put the empty cup on the table with a click and stood up and left.

·

The car did a tailspin and stopped in front of the county hospital.

The doctor who had been prepared came hurriedly with a stretcher and quickly carried the two grown men who were actually able to walk on their own into the ward.

The county hospital did not have the so-called high-end wards, so they could only find a clean double room. The doctor who arrived hurriedly disinfected the wounds of the two people, and then stopped the bleeding and sewed them.

But when it came to the step of stitching, someone suddenly raised his hand and called for a stop.

"Don't sew yet."

The man, wearing a hat and glasses, leaned on the bed and raised one hand to express his refusal. Then, under the doctor's suspicious eyes, he hooked his arm around the doctor's back and put his head close to him to admire his wound, which had just stopped bleeding. "Doctor, please help me check. Are my wounds and that person's wounds the same?"

"..." The doctor looked at him as if he was crazy, but with the power of money, he ran over to take a look at the wound of the patient in the other bed.

"It's different. Obviously the angle is a little different."

As soon as the doctor finished speaking, he felt the expression of the man opposite him change.

He sat motionless on the hospital bed, staring at his palm with extremely cold eyes, as if he was thinking about how to cut off his hand - the image almost made the doctor shiver.

The next second the man looked up and smiled at him again: "Then doctor, can you help me make my wound the same as his?"

He said, “Whatever the method.”

"..."

The doctor, who had never heard such a strange request in his life, stood there in a daze.

Qin Jianbai, who was on the other bed, had already raised his arms to cover his face and said weakly, "Whatever it is, can you handle it as soon as possible? I think I'm dying."

The doctor quickly walked over and touched the man's head, then quickly took out an ear thermometer to measure the temperature.

"He has a fever!" the doctor said quickly, "He really needs to be treated as soon as possible! I'll give him stitches first and then..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw the man in the hat raised his hand to him again.

It was an understated, yet inexplicably powerful and cold gesture that made people subconsciously feel that he was a natural superior who was accustomed to commanding others.

"I see."

As he said this, he put away all his smiles, his face turned pale and cold: “You can’t handle it.”

He said: "But it doesn't matter, I have asked people who can handle it to come, and there are still two hours..."

He glanced at his watch and said, "I came here from Gaotan. You just need to stop the bleeding and keep him alive. After all, it's just a hand injury. It won't kill him, right?"

As he spoke, he looked up at the doctor, then turned to Qin Jianbai on the other bed and said in a very intimate tone: "Hey, isn't that right?"

Qin Jianbai: ...

Qin Jianbai didn't say anything, just silently raised his middle finger.

Qin Wu laughed.

The doctor stood between the two beds, staring at their interaction in amazement. After a moment, he asked carefully, "So, what this means is that the wound will not be treated?"

In his wide-open eyes, full of shock and disbelief, the man in the hat spread out his hands, covered in blood, and answered him elegantly - "That's it."

·

More than two hours later, the plastic surgeon from Gaotan arrived.

Qin Wu is still awake.

He leaned against the bed, staring at his phone in silence, his injured hand wrapped in gauze, which was stained with more and more blood.

On the other side, Qin Jianbai had fallen into a coma due to a fever. He had an IV drip on his intact hand and his injured hand was also wrapped in a blood-stained bandage.

The driver, whose cell phone was taken away by Qin Wu at the beginning, sat beside his bed with an anxious look on his face. It looked like he wanted to hold up his injured hand and stare at it, but because Qin Wu himself refused, he had to sit there anxiously, constantly casting anxious and panicked looks at him.

The expert from Gaotan hurried into the ward, stood still, and looked at the two people in the ward with a somewhat suspicious and uncertain look, and then asked: "Excuse me, who is Mr. Qin Wu?"

"..."

Qin Wu looked up after two seconds, then smiled: "It's me."

·

The door was locked.

Both bandages were taken off and thrown into the plate. Without the gauze wrapping, Qin Wu's palms began to bleed again.

The doctor cleaned them first, then looked at the palms of the two people for a long time, and slowly frowned.

"What's the matter?" Qin Wu said calmly, "It's not easy to handle?"

"It's really hard to do. The angles are quite different, but the lengths are about the same. I can't tell the difference with the naked eye..."

Qin Wu was also a little irritable because of the blood loss. He was impatient to listen to his explanations and asked directly: "Just give me the answer. Can I get the result I want?"

"Yes, and it's quite simple, but..." The doctor glanced at him, "We need to make the wound bigger."

He made a gesture of cutting open his palm.