Chapter 56: Chapter 56: What on Earth Has She Experienced?
Chapter 56: Chapter 56: What on Earth Has She Experienced?
In less than ten minutes, Li Qiao had finished suturing Liuyun’s wound on his left arm.
She removed her gloves and tossed them into the trash bin, “All done.”
Before turning away, Li Qiao paused and looked back, “You know what to pay attention to for your recovery, right?”
Liuyun nodded hastily, “I know, Miss Li, thank you for your concern.”
Wang Yue watched Li Qiao intently, feeling that her bold and unrestrained air was very much like the boss’s reckless demeanor in his youth.
Maybe it was Wang Yue’s focused gaze that caused him to miss the increasingly gloomy expression on his own boss’s face.
Even though he was injured, Liuyun’s ability to read situations had not been affected.
He picked up his shirt with his right hand, casually draped it over his shoulder, and nodded to Shang Yu, “Boss, we’ll head out first.”
Shang Yu stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.
His features, deep and intimidating, commanded with a low and rich voice, “You return to the South Sea first.
Rejoin the team after you’ve healed.
Let Wang Yue handle the day-to-day affairs in your place.”
Immediately after, the two left the room, and it wasn’t until they stepped through the entrance way that Wang Yue snapped back to reality.
Standing in the hallway, he yanked the shirt off Liuyun’s shoulder and scrutinized the stitched wound carefully.
“Is Miss Li trained in medicine?”
“I’ve looked into it before; it seems to be something like cellular engineering.” After saying this, Liuyun looked at Wang Yue, saw him still staring at his wound, and kicked him suspiciously, “What are you looking at?”
Wang Yue raised his head, repositioned the shirt on his shoulder, tapped a few times on his cell phone, then pointed the screen at Liuyun, a serious look in his eyes, “Take a good look, this field doesn’t require surgical stitching; it’s cell engineering that mainly focuses on biological genetics.
Look at your wound, it’s not sewn with the common stitch-by-stitch method.
I remember you said she hasn’t graduated yet, but her wound-treating skills are too practiced.
Don’t you and the boss find that strange?”
At this moment, Wang Yue expressed the doubts he had harbored deep inside.
As the Yan Emperor’s chief information officer, he could see through anything that defied logic.
What had a 22-year-old girl, who was the Li Family’s most treasured daughter, experienced to face the grisly sight of blood and gaping wounds so calmly?
Prompted by Wang Yue’s reminder, Liuyun began to reassess the injury on his left arm.
After a while, he squinted thoughtfully and spoke, “Do you think that the boss wouldn’t notice something you’ve picked up on?”
Wang Yue fell silent, but the doubt in his heart about Li Qiao only grew.
This seemingly harmless girl invariably behaved in ways that were not ordinary.
At that moment, Liuyun gestured toward the front with his mouth and said while walking, “Don’t think about it for now, as far as I’m concerned, Miss Li doesn’t have any ill intentions.”
Wang Yue stood still, watching Liuyun’s retreating figure, sighed quietly, and followed his pace, “It’s not about ill intentions, I’m worried about the possibility of her harboring any harm toward the boss…”
As the two walked further away, their conversation faded away around the corner of the hallway.
Meanwhile, after Liuyun and the other left, in the spacious and luxurious living room, Li Qiao sat opposite Shang Yu and started with a faint expression, “Is Master Yan’s business finished?”
Shang Yu leaned back lazily against the chair, his Adam’s apple moving sharply.
He half-closed his eyes to look at Li Qiao, seemingly in good spirits as he countered, “Why, worried about delaying your trip back this afternoon?”
Li Qiao, legs crossed, leaned forward to pick up a bottle of mineral water from the table in a somewhat languid tone, “You all seem to be quite busy.
If you’re not finished, I can go back by myself.”