Chapter 927: : The Story of Ling and Heng (190)

Chapter 927: The Story of Ling and Heng (190)

"Are doctors all so punctual these days?" Li Nanheng's expression was extremely dark.

Qin Siting: "...Didn't you fucking tell me to come in thirty minutes? And you sounded as if someone was dying!"

Qin Siting glanced in the room: "What is it? There's a problem? Should I head downstairs for a cup of coffee first?"

Li Nanheng expressionlessly turned around, indicating for him to enter: "Come in and help the person first."

Qin Siting glanced at him and snorted: "I've never seen you so nervous over someone before. Who was injured? Was it a boy or a girl?"

"Stop wasting your breath. Go in and work." Li Nanheng turned and headed in.

Qin Siting sighed with a smile. "So secretive, that's not like you at all."

Taking care of the injured was always more important, and this wasn't a suitable time to be joking around. The man folded his sleeves up as he entered.

When Qin Siting saw that Feng Ling was unconscious on the bed with a serious wound on her forehead, he approached her bedside to check her injury. He then turned to Li Nanheng. "How did the injury come about? How long has he been unconscious?"

Li Nanheng handed his phone to him. Qin Siting received it and watched the surveillance footage replayed on the screen. After quickly scanning through it, he did not ask anymore questions. He opened his medicine box and began working on the injury. "I assumed it was a surface wound when you only told me to bring a medicine box. The impact against his forehead wasn't light; he might have a concussion. I know it's not convenient for the XI Base's members to visit the hospital, but you should find a suitable time for him to receive a proper examination."

"I was the one who made him unconscious," Li Nanheng spoke mildly from the bedside.

Qin Siting faltered in his movements and turned to eye the man who had a composed expression. He then turned back to resume his actions.

"No wonder. He even had the strength to kill someone; how could he possibly be unconscious for so long."

"He was suffering from a serious shock; it was to prevent him from hurting himself."

Qin Siting focused on treating Feng Ling's wounds. He was about to move the sheets aside when Li Nanheng noticed his movements. Li Nanheng spoke mildly: "If you see anything you shouldn't see, remember to keep your mouth shut."

Qin Siting paused. He shifted the blanket back and turned to lift Feng Ling's wrist. After feeling her pulse for a moment, he chuckled: "Her hair is so short and she's clearly dressed as a boy. I was just wondering why she seems so much like a girl. It turns out she really is one."

Li Nanheng watched his movements, his brows shifting slightly. "You even know how to take someone's pulse?"

Qin Siting returned to the medicine box and retrieved the things he needed. He did not turn to look at Li Nanheng. "Since I decided to enter the medical world, it's natural that I develop a thorough understanding of it. Chinese and Western medicine are both essential knowledge."

"The great Qin family's successor actually gave up on business and took on medicine. Shi Niange really did a lot of damage."

Hearing these words, Qin Siting appeared unmoved. He continued tending to Feng Ling's wound. "Although I'm a doctor, and I don't have many thoughts about a patient's body, since you don't seem to want me to see anything, I won't touch her. After I leave, remember to check if she has any other injuries. From the video, there should only be some bruises left from the struggle. They shouldn't be too serious. The medicine on her forehead has to be reapplied twice a day. I'll remind you when it's time to do so, and I'll leave the medicine behind. You do it for her."

Ever since Shi Niange's departure, the originally reticent and distant Qin Siting had grown even more reserved.

He never responded when the people around him mentioned that woman's name.

Li Nanheng harrumphed lightly as a response. He watched as Qin Siting applied the medicine on Feng Ling's forehead wound. The sight of the large injury caused by the repeated impact against the wall provoked his desire to drop several bombs on the military district.

That Commander really had to be thankful for how quickly his life ended. If he had landed in Li Nanheng's hands, he would surely be made to suffer a torment worse than death.

After the wound was bandaged, Qin Siting checked Feng Ling's hands and elbows. There weren't any obvious injuries; only a thin cut left by the dagger. The injury wasn't serious and it revealed her excellent skills. Despite how frantic the circumstances were, she did not hurt herself much.

As Qin Siting tended to the wound on her palm, he noticed the thin layer of callus there. Just by looking at its position, he understood she was a member of the XI Base and was accustomed to guns.

A moment later, he asked mildly: "What's going on with her? You wanted to hide your woman in your house and you placed her in your base? Such a beautiful girl yet you made her cut her hair so short. Even her palms are covered in calluses. Who treats a young lady like this?"

Li Nanheng stood by the bedside. He watched Qin Siting's movements with a heavy expression and did not provide any explanations.

After placing Feng Ling's hand down, Qin Siting stood up and tidied up his medical box. He then turned to leave.

"You're leaving so quickly?" Li Nanheng turned back to glance at him.

"Otherwise, am I supposed to stay and share a drink with you? Your short-haired beauty has an uneven pulse. Her body is burning up and her cheeks are flushed. It's clear that she's been drugged with that sort of thing. If I don't leave, am I supposed to stay here and watch a live broadcast of you easing the drug effects for her?"

Li Nanheng immediately turned his head away stiffly and spat out a few words stiffly: "I won't send you off."

Qin Siting smiled coldly. As he changed his shoes by the entryway, he added: "When she wakes up, remember to take her to the hospital for a simple examination. Just make sure she doesn't have a concussion. From the way her injury appears, it shouldn't be too big of a problem, but the impact wasn't light. She will probably experience a few days of headache. Pay attention to that."

After saying everything he needed to say, Qin Siting composedly and tactfully decided to stop being a third party here. He did not wait for any response and directly left. He also "thoughtfully" closed the door for them.

The room returned to its silence. Feng Ling, who was unconscious, appeared to be laying still. However, her breathing was gradually becoming hurried.

Her earlier pale complexion had indeed turned flushed. Even her neck was stained a rose colour.

Li Nanheng approached and tugged off her sheets to check if she had any other wounds. The young woman's shirt buttons were once again unfastened. The man's gaze turned heavy and even his breathing stumbled.

He, who had been holding onto his composure all this while, was suddenly thirsty.

His mouth was extremely dry.

The lights in the room scattered yellow warmth down from the ceiling.

"Pa!"

The man carelessly turned on the chandelier. As the room brightened, he told himself that this was only to make sure she didn't have any other injuries.