From rejecting the beautiful female CEO to becoming extremely powerful

Pushing the gurney into the emergency room, Luo Qingyi shoved the medical record folder into the doctor's hand behind her and quickly followed.

She gripped the bed railing: "First, do a full body check, immobilize your right foot, and prepare for a blood transfusion. Clean all the wounds, quick!"

Medical staff wheeled Lu Yunzhou into the emergency room.

Mu Qingying followed him to the door, her hands still supporting his shoulders, her snow-white shirt stained with a lot of blood.

She only let go after the nurse reminded her twice.

"Save him first, I don't need to worry about him."

Mu Qingying gripped the railing, her mind filled with images of the falling steel pipe.

Luo Qingyi lowered her head and swept her wrist over.

The rope had chafed the skin twice, and there were also abrasions on the temple.

She took the person to the treatment room, cleaned the wound, applied medicine, and put on gauze.

Mu Qingying kept her eyes fixed on the emergency room the whole time, and didn't utter a sound even though her wrist hurt.

More than an hour later, the test results came back.

Lu Yunzhou suffered a fractured right ankle, two broken ribs, and multiple knife and club wounds.

Fortunately, there were no problems with the major blood vessels and internal organs, and the blood loss was brought under control.

Luo Qingyi put the film back in the bag: "His life has been saved. He'll stay in the hospital for observation tonight. As long as his vital signs stabilize, he'll wake up."

Mu Qingying's shoulders, which had been tense the whole way, finally relaxed.

She grabbed the wall for support, her legs so weak she almost collapsed to the ground.

Lu Yunzhou was taken to a private hospital room after midnight.

Luo Qingyi asked the nurse to bring her hot water and bread.

Mu Qingying didn't touch him, but simply pulled the chair to the bedside and covered Lu Yunzhou's hand with her palm.

"Go back and take a shower and change your clothes."

Luo Qingyi lowered her brows, worried that the girl would collapse first.

Mu Qingying shook her head: "I'm not going anywhere until he wakes up."

Unable to dissuade her, Luo Qingyi could only bring her a thin blanket.

That night, Mu Qingying barely slept a wink.

The nurse came in every half hour.

She always asked about Lu Yunzhou's condition first, and then had the nurse check the IV drip.

Lu Yunzhou's eyebrows twitched, and she immediately sat up straight.

Around 4 a.m., the IV bag was changed to the third bottle.

The sky outside the window was already dimly lit. Mu Qingying lay on the edge of the bed, her arm pressing against half of her face.

She held on for more than ten minutes, but her eyelids finally drooped.

Even after falling asleep, she still clung to Lu Yunzhou's sleeve.

However, Lu Yunzhou, who was in the hospital bed, encountered a problem.

The suppressed true energy lost control and surged wildly through the meridians.

The numbers on the monitor kept rising, and the alarm kept going off.

Mu Qingying sprang up from the chair, not even caring that her knee hit the bed frame.

She rushed out of the ward and grabbed the nurse on duty.

"Call a doctor quickly, something's wrong with him!"

Mu Qingying's voice had changed tone.

The nurse arrived to examine the patient and administered pain medication as prescribed.

Several minutes passed, and Lu Yunzhou's breathing remained heavy and erratic, his forehead was covered in sweat, and the veins in his arms were bulging.

The doctor on duty's expression changed after taking the pulse.

The pulse is sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and sometimes it will suddenly disappear from the wrist and reappear after a few seconds.

Luo Qingyi received the call and rushed to the ward.

She pressed down on Lu Yunzhou's wrist, the pulse beneath her palm erratic.

Lu Yunzhou had a similar reaction when he was meditating at her house last time.

That time, he managed to suppress the anger inside his body only through close cooperation between the two of them.

The current situation is even more complicated.

Having suppressed the injury for so long, his internal energy had begun to flow in reverse.

If left untreated, the wound will bleed again, and the meridians will be damaged.

Luo Qingyi withdrew her hand: "The medicine didn't work; the qi in his body is disordered. I need to give him acupuncture alone."

Mu Qingying immediately stood by the bed, clearly not wanting to leave.

Luo Qingyi took out her needle case and wrote the address of the breakfast shop on a piece of paper.

She needed to remove Lu Yunzhou's hospital gown and seal several acupoints on his chest and abdomen.

No one should touch him while he is receiving acupuncture.

"Go buy two servings of porridge and come back in half an hour."

Luo Qingyi stuffed the note into her hand.

Mu Qingying clutched the note: "I'll wait at the door, I won't bother you."

Luo Qingyi glanced at her: "If you stay here, I can't concentrate. If something happens to him, will you take responsibility?"

These words weighed heavily on Mu Qingying.

She walked to the door, looked back at Lu Yunzhou twice, and then quickly left.

The door closed, and Luo Qingyi raised her hand to lock it.

The curtains were drawn tightly shut, and the hospital gown was unbuttoned down to the ribs.

She applied the medicinal liquid to several acupoints, took out silver needles, first inserted them into the Tanzhong acupoint, and then sealed the Qihai acupoint.

As soon as the third needle was inserted, the needle began to tremble.

The chaotic true energy surging within Lu Yunzhou's body actually adhered to the silver needle and flowed out along the needle.

Luo Qingyi's palms went numb, and the silver needles grew increasingly hot.

She had never encountered such a situation in her more than 20 years of studying acupuncture.

She dared not let go, so she changed her sitting position and used her other arm to press down on Lu Yunzhou's shoulder to prevent him from moving around.

As they drew closer, Lu Yunzhou's rapid breathing fell on her neck.

Luo Qingyi's forehead was covered in sweat, and her white coat was also torn and disheveled.

All nine silver needles fell, but the true energy was still resisting.

She had no choice but to pour the herbal fumigation liquid into her palm, push it along several acupoints to clear the blockages, and then adjust the silver needles one by one.

Half an hour later, the numbers on the monitor finally started to drop.

Luo Qingyi watched for another ten minutes to confirm that the pulse had returned before putting the silver needles back into the box.

She went to the sink to rinse off the medicine, washed her hands twice, but the bitter taste still lingered on them.

The sound of keys clinking came from outside the door.

Mu Qingying returned with breakfast, but the doorknob remained unmoved even after she turned it twice.

She raised her hand and knocked on the door. After waiting for almost a minute, the door was unlocked from the inside.

Luo Qingyi stood behind the door, her cheeks flushed, her forehead still damp with sweat, and her washed hands still wet.

The sheets behind her were crumpled, and her hospital gown had just been buttoned up.

The smell of herbs in the ward made one's throat feel bitter.

Mu Qingying stared at Luo Qingyi's hand, then looked at Lu Yunzhou on the hospital bed, her expression gradually changing.

"Dean Luo, what treatment are you giving him, and why are you locking the door?"