Chapter 55: Chapter 55: This Should Be an Ancestor Chapter 55: Chapter 55: This Should Be an Ancestor The two bodyguards were taken aback upon seeing Miss Li, stammering as they called out, “Miss Li…”
How could Miss Li be staying next to the boss’s room?
“Is Master Yan here?” Li Qiao walked over with measured steps and glanced at the door of VIP999.
One of the bodyguards flashed a look of surprise, suppressed his shock, and nodded, “He is.”
Li Qiao pursed her lips, and as she was contemplating how to begin, unexpectedly noticed a clear, bright, and not-yet-dry drop of blood on the milky blue carpet at the entrance.
Li Qiao’s heart tightened, and with an expressionless face, she tilted her chin towards the door, “May I come in?”
The bodyguards looked at each other and, after a long second of internal struggle, naturally turned and opened the door handle, “Miss Li, please.”
The bodyguard team was well aware of their boss’s leniency towards Miss Li.
They speculated that she must be an untouchable VIP—probably not someone to mess with!
As the door opened, a whiff of faint tobacco smoke drifted out from the luxurious suite.
Li Qiao bypassed the entryway, casually glanced at the abstract painting on the wall, and walked lightly across the thick carpet into the living room.
The smell of blood was getting stronger.
In the living room, several blood-stained gauze pads were scattered on the coffee table.
Liuyun sat bare-armed on the sofa, allowing a stranger to wipe his bloody wound on the left arm.
At this moment, Shang Yu was seated on a single-person sofa, appearing to have just showered.
His new black shirt was only buttoned at the bottom few buttons, and his damp hair was a bit messy across his forehead, with the moisture still lingering on his chest and collarbones.
His trouser-clad legs were crossed in front of him, a lit cigarette between his fingertips.
Upon hearing footsteps, he glanced sideways, “Awake?”
Li Qiao responded with a ‘hmm’, and following his indicative look, she walked over to take a seat.
Her gaze uncontrollably scrutinized Liuyun’s injury.
A knife wound, seven centimeters, an inch and a half deep into the flesh.
Then, Shang Yu eyed Li Qiao’s profile with interest, his eyes slightly upturned, “Not scared?”
Li Qiao shifted her gaze away from Liuyun’s injury and said indifferently, “Scared of what?”
She had seen scenes far more gruesome than this knife wound.
Perhaps it was Li Qiao’s calmness and composure that even Liuyun and the man tending the wound couldn’t help but cast sideways glances at her.
Miss Li was too calm.
A girl her age, able to face such a bloody scene so unfazed?
Just then, as the man was piercing Liuyun’s muscle with a suture needle and was about to continue, Li Qiao suddenly spoke languidly, “The edges of his wound aren’t aligned.
Your method of suturing will cause his muscle tissue to separate under the skin.”
The stranger stopped immediately, staring at Li Qiao in shock, “Miss Li knows how to suture?”
Li Qiao slowly lowered her head, “I know a bit.”
The man considered for a moment, then turned to look at Shang Yu, tentatively asking, “Boss, maybe…
we could let Miss Li help?”
This man was one of the four main assistants, Wang Yue.
However, Wang Yue wasn’t a doctor, and his tending to Liuyun’s wound was just out of emergency necessity.
At this point, Shang Yu leaned forward to tap off some ash from his cigarette, looking at Li Qiao’s serene face with an enigmatic tone, “Handled a knife wound before?”
Li Qiao had already stood up and was walking towards Liuyun, smiling slightly, “Yes, I’ve handled them.” And many of them, at that.
The last part, she did not explicitly say out loud.
Liuyun looked up at the composed Li Qiao and nodded respectfully, “Miss Li, thank you for your trouble.”
“No trouble at all!” Li Qiao deftly put on gloves, performed a simple disinfection, then took the suture needle and surgical scissors from Wang Yue’s hands, and began to sew up Liuyun’s wound.