Du Ruoxin, fearless, strode between the two with a resolve and anger that surpassed Christiano’s.
*Fight, fight, kill her!*
She had braced herself for the risk of being beaten until she bled, but the expected pain never came.
Having learned their lesson last time, Rong Jingyang and Christiano had honed the ability to deflect their power at the crucial moment when Du Ruoxin approached.
Neither of them had accidentally injured her.
The woman’s face was ashen. She had so much anger to vent, but the chaotic scene, the bodyguard bleeding profusely on the ground…
Du Ruoxin took a deep breath, "Hurry and save them!"
"Take him to the operating room!"
If he really died, it would be over!
With a furious roar, Mu Li, Lin Xuanyao, Trevor, and others waved their hands, instantly clearing the scene.
Only the scent of blood, which lingered in the air, remained.
Christiano’s eyelids twitched—what a shame, Rong Jingyang wasn’t killed!
If Xin’er had come any later…
He thought he wouldn’t have killed him anyway. Even if Rong Jingyang had to die, it would be after Xin’er had lost all hope in him.
He didn’t want his girl to always have another man in her heart.
Wait—
His gaze followed the bloody footprints on the ground, step by step, and his expression turned horrified.
"Xin’er!" Christiano looked at Du Ruoxin’s injured foot in shock, "You’re bleeding again."
Du Ruoxin’s reason had been buried by her anger, and at this moment, she couldn’t feel that she was bleeding, let alone the pain.
She stared intently at Rong Jingyang’s face—from the end of his eyebrow to the middle of his forehead, a bloody gash about seven or eight centimeters long shocked her vision.
Blood!
So much blood!
It flowed from Rong Jingyang’s forehead, covering half his face.
Seeing the man’s惨不忍睹 appearance, Du Ruoxin burst into tears.
"Doctor!"
"Doctor!"
Du Ruoxin’s roar drowned out Christiano’s voice. She completely disregarded her own injured foot and pushed him towards the emergency room.
Rong Jingyang: “…”
He had just observed her for a few seconds, her appearance—
Why did she seem so strange?
Not only was her clothes covered in mud, but her face, her feet, and various parts of her body were all…
This—
Rong Jingyang’s out-of-control emotions gradually regained a sliver of reason.
Christiano stared at the woman’s urgent back as she disappeared like the wind, and touched his nose with a sense of dejection.
Sigh!
In her eyes, when did he cease to be the only one?
Had Rong Jingyang filled her entire vision?
Christiano felt an indescribable discomfort, as if the treasure he cherished with his life had been snatched by a suddenly appearing, dishonorable robber!
How could he not kill him!
Taking a deep breath, Christiano followed them into the emergency room, and at the same time, he brought a surgeon with him.
"Doctor, quickly stitch him up!" Du Ruoxin called out anxiously.
Rong Jingyang, however, pulled her closer. Completely ignoring his bleeding wound, he closed one eye and said in an extremely hoarse voice, "Are you… alright?"
Du Ruoxin: "I'm fine!"
More and more blood flowed from Rong Jingyang’s forehead, making her heart panic. "Doctor, quickly!"
The doctor was also stunned by the "spectacular and lively" scene outside. He knew these people were not to be trifled with.
His legs went weak with fear, trembling uncontrollably.
But his professional duty as a doctor forced him to remain calm, not to panic.
He quickly grabbed a wound cleaning and emergency kit and approached Rong Jingyang, "Sir, please cooperate."
Just then, Christiano pushed the door open with a "bang" and walked in with another surgeon.
"Du Ruoxin, get on the bed!"
He commanded forcefully.