A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

On the other side, the two bodyguards who rushed towards the assassin were almost ferociously punching and kicking the guy who was lying on the ground.

It's no wonder they were so angry—if anything were to happen to Ding Hanhan, Ding Lisheng would probably twist their heads off.

However, after kicking and punching for a while, the two gradually realized that something was wrong.

The assassin, who had been struggling and howling on the ground, suddenly stopped moving and crying out. He lay face down on the ground like a dead fish.

The two bodyguards stopped simultaneously, as if by unspoken agreement. One of them, wary, cautiously reached out and pushed the man, but there was no response; he pushed him again, still no response. He then simply flipped the man over.

"Ah—" Everyone present was greatly shocked. The dagger had actually plunged deep into the heart of the assassin himself.

The assassination attempt failed, and he committed suicide on the spot? How could this man be so cruel to himself? The sky was already gloomy, and seeing this scene, everyone present felt a chill run down their spines.

Inside the security room.

Ding Hanhan lay quietly on the table.

Gu Feng was rummaging through drawers and cabinets looking for something, but he couldn't find a suitable tool. Seeing that time was ticking away and he couldn't afford to waste any more time, he reached out and grabbed Ding Hanhan's collar, roughly tearing it down the opening of her dress.

"Rip—" The sound of fabric tearing rang out long and drawn out as the dress was pulled all the way down to expose her navel before Gu Feng finally stopped.

However, at that moment, Gu Feng vaguely felt that Ding Hanhan's body seemed to tremble slightly.

He looked closely and found that her eyes were still closed and her face was still as pale as before.

Strange, is it just my imagination? Or is it an unconscious reaction?

Gu Feng pondered this in his heart.

However, he soon lost all interest in these things—the scene before him had completely captivated his attention.

After her outer garment was torn open, Ding Hanhan's upper body was almost half-naked, and the overlapping colors of red and white constantly assaulted Gu Feng's vision.

White is a smooth, delicate, warm, and creamy white.

Red is a bright, dazzling, mottled, and shocking red.

The left side of the pinkish-white bra, trimmed with lace, was soaked with blood, and there was a tear about two centimeters long on its smooth, curved surface.

Gu Feng dared not hesitate any longer, grabbed the bra with both hands, and ripped it open forcefully—

It's not broken.

I pulled and pulled, but I still couldn't break the ties...

It's unbelievable! The strap in the middle is like a rubber band; no matter how hard he tries, he can't break it. It's only loosened a little.

Gu Feng was so focused on the bra that every boy at Shenzhen University had ever dreamed of that he didn't notice that Ding Hanhan's long, straight legs were already taut, and her hands were clenched into fists, her knuckles turning white.

Unable to untangle it, and unable to straighten it out, Gu Feng simply stopped pulling and pushed the bra up!

Undoubtedly, the scene before us is extremely beautiful.

Saving lives is urgent, so Gu Feng didn't study the situation carefully. He quickly composed himself, took out his silver needles, and swiftly inserted several needles around Ding Hanhan's wound.

Once the bleeding slowed down, a clean cloth was used to clean the blood and grime around the wound.

Soon, the stab wound became clearly visible, located below Ding Hanhan's full left breast.

The bleeding looked frightening, but the wound was actually not deep and did not even touch the ribs.

It turned out that when Gu Feng threw the teacup and it hit the assassin's head, it was also the exact moment the knife pierced Ding Hanhan's body.

The sword strike was abruptly halted when the person wielding it fell to the ground.

To outsiders, Gu Feng's action might seem slow, but it was actually perfectly timed—if it had been a fraction of a second slower, Ding Hanhan might have been in real danger.

Nevertheless, a flaw remains on this otherwise perfect skin. This two-centimeter-long incision, even if it heals completely, will likely leave a faint white scar.

Such a beauty, one should cherish and protect her, yet someone dared to stab her with a knife—the person who did it deserved to die. Gu Feng thought angrily to himself.

Little did he know that the man had already ended his life without anyone else needing to lift a finger.

"Strange, the injury doesn't seem too serious," Gu Feng muttered to himself.

"It wasn't serious to begin with."

"Then why did he faint?" Gu Feng was even more puzzled.

"He's faking it."

"Huh? You...you didn't faint?" Gu Feng then realized that the person he was talking to was Ding Hanhan, who was lying on the table with her eyes open. She was staring straight at him, her gaze like two cold, sharp blades.

"You really want me to be unconscious so you can strip me naked, don't you?" Ding Hanhan's eyes were full of resentment and bitterness.

Her words immediately enraged Gu Feng, who coldly snorted, "I don't deny that, but I'd rather strip you naked while you're sober."

"You shameless bastard surnamed Gu!" Ding Hanhan gritted her teeth.

"You've said that many times already." Several black lines appeared on Gu Feng's forehead.

"Hmph, Gu, now you've got what you wanted. Can you give up now?" Ding Hanhan's tone was so cold that it betrayed no emotion.

"What do you mean by giving up?" Gu Feng asked, puzzled.

"I've shown you. I've fulfilled my promise. If you're still not satisfied, you can tear the skirt down further!"

"You—" Gu Feng was completely stunned. He never expected that there would be a woman in the world who was so stubborn.

"Is that really not enough? Then I'll do it myself." Ding Hanhan said, trying to sit up and reaching for the skirt hanging at her waist.

"Don't move, I just stopped the bleeding!" Gu Feng said urgently, reaching out to press down on her shoulder.

The moment their hands touched that smooth skin, both of them trembled involuntarily!

Gu Feng's hand jerked away as if he had been electrocuted.

He had met many women, but never one with such a temperament. He conceded defeat—this woman's personality was stubborn to the extreme.

"I've seen your body. We're even now, we owe each other nothing, okay?" Gu Feng's tone was full of helplessness and despair.

"No." Ding Hanhan shook her head, her gaze never leaving Gu Feng's eyes. She was afraid that if she looked away, she would lose all reason to be strong and brave, so she held onto him tightly with her eyes. "I still owe you, including this time. I owe you three times for saving my life. You can make three requests of me, and I, Ding Hanhan, will do anything you can."

"Ding Hanhan, do we really have to do this?" Gu Feng finally couldn't take it anymore; this woman was simply unreasonable.

"It has to be this way." Ding Hanhan nodded resolutely, saying bitterly, "In all my years, no one has ever looked down on me like that—only you, Gu. You publicly insulted, humiliated, and bullied me. Do you know how much I hate you? You've completely destroyed my self-esteem and confidence. I wish I could kill you, chop you up, and throw you into the river to feed the fish. But fate is playing tricks on me; the person I hate most has saved me three times in a row!"

"Am I wrong to save you?" At this moment, Gu Feng finally understood the meaning of "good intentions are met with retribution".

"I never asked you to save me. You saved me, perhaps out of subconscious instinct, perhaps out of your male chauvinism, or perhaps out of your damned heroism. But to me, it was pity, charity, and sympathy—none of which I, Ding Hanhan, ever needed!" Ding Hanhan's voice was weak, yet it was fluent and clear, revealing an unyielding pride.

What a proud woman she must be.

Gu Feng knew very well that what she really wanted to say was that you were wrong to look down on me.

Faced with such a stubborn woman, Gu Feng's good temper completely vanished. Moreover, his own temperament was essentially the same as Ding Hanhan's.

"Ding Hanhan, if you wanted to show me your temper and personality this way, then you've achieved your goal. I am indeed shocked, to borrow your modern words—I'm stunned. However, if you think this will make me think more highly of you..." Gu Feng paused, his eyes also fixed on her, and said coldly, word by word, "Then I have to tell you, you're wrong, terribly wrong. Not only do I not think highly of you, but I despise you even more."

Ding Hanhan didn't say anything more, but just gritted her teeth and tried her best to endure it.

But the moment Gu Feng turned around, her tears finally burst forth uncontrollably.