Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Mr. Hei lost too much blood and his face was pale and bloodless. He reached out to grab Yao Rong and gritted his teeth and said, "You can't go to the hospital. You... help me dig out the bullet."

"Dig?" Yao Rong listened, his back stiff, looking at him in disbelief.

"Dig out the bullet, and then..." He stretched out his hand to poke at the wound, gestured, and said, "Cut off all the flesh around it."

Yao Rong blinked her beautiful eyes, looked at his wound, and found that the surrounding area was dark, which was obviously a sign of poisoning.

Her eyes fell on the wound, and she asked doubtfully: "Is there something wrong with the bullet?"

"Yes, if I don't dig, I will really die." Mr. Hei whispered. He handed her a dagger, held her hand tightly and said, "Don't be afraid, I can hold on."

"I..." Yao Rong held the dagger, his hand trembling.

Once the bullet is dug out, there will be a lot of bleeding. She will need to cut off all his rotten flesh at the same time, and then a hole will appear in her chest.

"Sister." Mr. Hei held her hand and murmured in a low voice as if his consciousness was lost, "It would be great if there were no such conspiracies."

Hearing him call "sister", Yao Rong held the dagger and stabbed him in the chest. He reached out to grab the bullet and pulled it out with force.

"Poof" blood splattered on her face, and her fair face was stained red with blood.

The scarlet blood dripped from her cheeks. Yao Rong kept panting, holding the dagger and looking at his injuries, and found that he was holding a stone on one side.

"Don't die." Yao Rong said softly.

She found that there were many things she had not asked him about, and there were many things that she did not know about.

Faintly hearing his laughter, Yao Rong grabbed the dagger and scratched his rotten flesh. The crisp sound made her want to vomit, but she had to endure it.

"哐婷" cut off the meat, Yao Rong threw the dagger aside and ran out in the rain. He didn't care what kind of herbs they were. When he saw the green ones, he smelled them, grabbed a lot and ran back.

She rubbed everything and stuffed it towards his wound, covering it hard, blood dripping from her face to his forehead.

"Yao Rong, I'm sorry before." He whispered, reaching out to touch her face, but he was unable to do so. His body was covered with herbs. He tried to hold back but fainted.

"Don't die, you can't die. Did you hear that? The one with the surname Hei, the one with the surname Hei." Yao Rong was frightened and shook him hard.

But he heard the sound of footsteps coming from outside, and the sound of branches being broken. Yao Rong stared at the president blankly, reached out and picked up the dagger on the ground and grabbed it hard.

"It takes no effort at all." Several people walked in and said with a sneer.

Yao Rong grabbed the dagger and turned around, seeing them rushing over.

"Bang bang bang" Those people stood in front of her. Before they even touched her, their eyes widened as if they were being stung. Bang Bang they all fell to the ground.

"Yao Rong." Zhuo Shu rushed in in the rain, hugged her, and said excitedly and worriedly: "Fortunately you are okay, fortunately you are okay."

He wiped the blood from her face and found that there was no blood on her body.

"It's his." Yao Rong whispered, looking at the president on the ground.

Zhuo Shuo looked at him and said with some surprise: "Why is he here? Isn't he in City C?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his phone vibrated. Zhuo Shu answered the call in confusion. After a few seconds of silence, he glanced at Mr. Hei and said, "Han, I know what to do."

After hanging up the phone, Zhuo Shu took off his coat and put it on her body, saying, "The rain is a bit heavy, can I drive?"

"Yes." Yao Rong responded. Zhuo Shu watched her take the key and walk out. When he picked up Mr. Hei, he was suddenly frightened, thinking of that night when Yao Rong drove and took him to the villa halfway up the mountain.