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Chapter 139: Self-Harm
It was not surprising for Liu Xiaofei to know that Zhang Qiu was a martial artist. He smirked and said, "Your skills are decent, but it's a pity you're not here to ask me for help. How about this: stab yourself once, right in the stomach. Do you dare?"
As soon as Liu Xiaofei finished speaking, Zhang Qiu twisted his wrist and plunged the knife straight into his own abdomen without even blinking. A few vibrant roses bloomed on the white wall beside him.
This stunned everyone present. Liu Xiaofei stared wide-eyed at Zhang Qiu, who had just been so arrogant, now feeling a wave of panic wash over him. To stab oneself without flinching—was this even human?
Zhang Qiu held the fruit knife in his left hand, blood flowing down the blade and dripping onto the floor. The two disciples sent by Liu Xiaolong watched this scene and instinctively backed away to the wall, completely abandoning their mission to protect Liu Xiaofei, internally shocked: "This is too intense; he's stabbing himself—this is his own flesh!"
Zhang Qiu felt the blood draining from his body, the wound burning with pain, yet he stood still, raising his bloodied finger to point at Liu Xiaofei with his crimson eyes: "Are you satisfied? If not, I can do it again."
"Yes, yes," Liu Xiaofei stammered, terrified by Zhang Qiu's appearance, nearly unable to speak. Just as he was about to agree to Zhang Qiu's demands, the door to the hospital room swung open and someone walked in.
"Xiaofei, I brought you your favorite roast duck..." Before he could finish his sentence, Liu Xiaolong saw Zhang Qiu standing in the room and immediately disregarded the roast duck, throwing it aside as he rushed forward to push Zhang Qiu.
Zhang Qiu was already injured and barely managing to stand; he couldn't withstand Liu Xiaolong's push and crashed into the wall, bending over as one hand left a long streak of blood on the surface. It was only then that Liu Xiaolong noticed a knife sticking out of Zhang Qiu's abdomen.
Liu Xiaolong turned to his two disciples: "Did you do this?"
One disciple hurriedly replied, "Brother Long, he did it to himself."
Stabbing oneself? What kind of madness is this? Liu Xiaolong assessed Zhang Qiu and walked around to ask Liu Xiaofei: "Xiaofei, what happened?"
Seeing her brother felt like seeing a savior; Liu Xiaofei burst into tears. Liu Xiaolong sensed the awkwardness and scolded her: "What are you crying for? Quickly explain what’s going on."
"Brother, he suddenly came here and demanded that I let Jiang Xue go; he agreed to any condition I proposed."
"So you agreed?" Liu Xiaolong glared at Liu Xiaofei.
"I was about to agree when you arrived."
Liu Xiaolong let out a sigh of relief and pointed at Zhang Qiu, saying, "Hurry up and get lost. This is a hospital; go find a doctor yourself."
"What about Jiang Xue's matter..."
"I won't agree!"
"You..." Zhang Qiu had already propped himself against the wall and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Ah!" Liu Xiaofei pulled the blanket over his head, trembling along with it.
Liu Xiaolong walked up to Zhang Qiu with a gloomy expression, looking at Zhang Qiu's disheveled appearance and sneering, "Zhang Qiu, you deserve this. Let me tell you, if you want us to let Jiang Xue go, there's no way! This stab today is your own fault; it was your people who hurt my brother. Hurry up and get treated; if you die, then there will be no fun left, hahaha."
A glimmer of despair flashed in Zhang Qiu's heart. His uncle was right; this path was completely hopeless. Zhang Qiu stared intently at Liu Xiaolong, who was mocking him from across the room, gritting his teeth and saying, "Liu Xiaolong, I will never let you go."
As soon as Zhang Qiu finished speaking, he suddenly pulled out the knife lodged in his abdomen and lunged at Liu Xiaolong.
Liu Xiaolong was taken aback, not expecting Zhang Qiu to dare such a move. He hurriedly dodged back. At that moment when Zhang Qiu withdrew the knife, a spurt of blood followed, causing Zhang Qiu to groan in pain. This slowed down Zhang Qiu's movements significantly, allowing Liu Xiaolong to evade the attack.
Liu Xiaolong looked at Zhang Qiu with lingering fear, relieved for himself but worried that Zhang Qiu might die here. He quickly said, "You still want to stab me? If you don't go see a doctor soon, even if Jiang Xue isn't dead, you'll be the one who dies first."
Crash! The door to the ward was pushed open again as Wang Jinghan rushed in. Upon seeing the blood-soaked Zhang Qiu, she screamed and ran towards him. Zhang Qiu looked at Jiang Xue and smiled faintly before letting go; the fruit knife fell to the ground as he collapsed into Wang Jinghan's arms.
Wang Jinghan's face turned pale as she panicked and looked at Liu Xiaolong. Forgetting who he was, she shouted, "Go outside and call for help!"
Liu Xiaolong actually went into the hallway to call for the on-duty nurse. The nurse rushed in upon seeing the situation and contacted doctors and aides while quickly moving Zhang Qiu onto a stretcher.
In the emergency room, doctors and nurses were bustling about while Wang Jinghan anxiously paced back and forth in the corridor. "Zhang Qiu, you mustn't have anything happen to you... Zhang Qiu..."
After a long while, Zhang Qiu was wheeled out. Wang Jinghan hurried over to Dr. Li, who was removing his mask. "Dr. Li, how is he?"
Dr. Li wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled, "This guy is quite strong. He’s fine, but the wound is deep. Fortunately, it didn't hit any vital organs. He has lost a lot of blood, but we have already bandaged him up. He needs to rest for a while, and he will recover."
"Thank you so much," Wang Jinghan said excitedly as she grasped Dr. Li's hand.
Dr. Li looked at Wang Jinghan curiously, "Is this person your friend?"
Wang Jinghan nodded and replied, "Yes, he is my friend. We were classmates."
"It seems like it's more than that," Dr. Li said with a smile. Without waiting for Wang Jinghan to respond, he continued, "Since he is your friend, you should quickly notify his family to come and keep him company. Once he wakes up, tell him not to engage in any strenuous activities during this time."
Wang Jinghan nodded in agreement and thanked him again. After Dr. Li left, Wang Jinghan called her supervisor to request leave and personally stayed by Zhang Qiu's bedside. She understood Zhang Qiu's family situation; Zhang Zhihua was at home recovering from injuries and couldn't go out or work, so the whole family relied on He Mei to support them. Therefore, she felt it was best to take care of him herself.
Zhang Qiu lay on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, completely still. Wang Jinghan rested her head on the edge of the bed and looked at him. A red thread caught her attention, prompting her to lift a corner of Zhang Qiu's blanket. His shirt had been cut off during treatment and was now discarded, leaving his upper body exposed. Wang Jinghan was taken aback; Zhang Qiu appeared delicate but surprisingly had well-defined muscles.
Between two solid pectoral muscles lay a flawless jade pendant quietly resting there, with a red silk thread threaded through it, encircling Zhang Qiu's neck. Whether it was an illusion or not, the pendant seemed to float above Zhang Qiu's chest. Wang Jinghan picked up the pendant, but Zhang Qiu suddenly coughed violently, startling her into quickly placing the pendant back in its original position. After that, Zhang Qiu became quiet again.
Wang Jinghan gently touched the pendant with her index finger and softly said, "Do you not want me to touch it? Then I won't touch it anymore. You have to bless him to get better soon." After saying that, she tucked the blanket around Zhang Qiu snugly.
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