Chapter 274: Chapter 274

Rong Zhi glanced sideways, calmly raising the hand holding the baseball bat and made a gesture of international friendship, his low, pleasant voice laced with heart-piercing sarcasm.

The bodyguards and Angduo, who was being held by her like a rag: "..."

The Ying Family kidnapped the Macpherson young master!

That evening, this news spread throughout the upper-class circles of O State. The current Family Head of the Macpherson family was so furious that he smashed several vases, and the eldest daughter Qianlai was so anxious that she wanted to march onto the Ying Family for punishment.

However, the Ying Family tossed him into a dismantled house, leaving his life or death to fate.

Family doctor Demmi was giving emergency treatment to Ying Cenchuan. Rong Zhi watched for a while from the side, seeing that Demmi was slow and ineffective, then pushed him aside and took over herself.

Doctor Demi, being of a considerable age, was treated so discourteously for the first time, and wanted to reprimand on the spot.

But upon seeing it’s the long-unseen Miss Nine of the Ying Family, the curse words caught in his mouth changed, and he stiffly spoke: "Miss Nine, what are you trying to do? The young master has suffered serious internal injuries. You should be waiting outside instead of delaying treatment here in the operating room."

Rong Zhi took gloves and a mask from Demmi’s medical box and put them on, looked up at him faintly, then turned to extract bullets from Ying Cenchuan.

This room was set up as a sterile ward. She had already donned a sterile gown before entering, and now her slender fingers gripped a scalpel, assessing which angle to make the incision.

Seeing this, Demmi’s brow twitched, and he immediately stepped forward intending to stop her actions, but Rong Zhi, without looking up, flicked her hand, and the sharp, cold-pointed tip of the knife aimed directly at his nose. If Demmi hadn’t reacted quickly, his nose would have been sliced!

Demmi’s voice was filled with fear and anger, disjointed.

Rong Zhi drew back the knife and made a precise incision at the position she had just determined. The thin blade cut open the flesh, the knife stained with blood.

She really went ahead!

The young master would surely die!

He had already predicted Ying Cenchuan dying under Rong Zhi’s knife while Rong Zhi, looking innocent, would lay the blame on him. With the Ying Family’s protective attitude, he would surely be dragged out and shot.

But the surgery had already begun, and he could only sob wistfully, pacing anxiously beside.

Rong Zhi was completely unaffected, focused on finding the bullet’s location, and deftly picked out the hard object upon touching it.

The faint metallic sound finally pulled Demmi’s sanity back.

He stared dumbly at the bullet, still not entirely back to his senses.

Meanwhile, Rong Zhi already moved on to the next step. There were a total of three gunshot wounds, bullets buried deep in the flesh, all found and extracted by her within two minutes. Lastly, dealing with a relatively minor internal injury, all steps were smooth and perfect.

Wound closure, Demmi had informed earlier, would need two hours to complete, and now, just half an hour in, it was already finished.

Rong Zhi squinted slightly at the dumbfounded Demmi, pursed her lips, and said indifferently, "Inject him with anti-inflammatory solution."

Demmi responded hastily with an "oh, oh," proceeding mechanically with a practiced routine.

After administering the anti-inflammatory solution to Ying Cenchuan, Rong Zhi gestured for Demmi to push the patient out first, tidied up the operating room herself before leaving.

Upon entering the room, the previously furious Demmi was now face full of excitement, pulling Ying Ji aside to question.

"Did you know Miss Nine could perform surgery? Heaven above, the young master’s operation was actually completed by her. I thought she was going to harm the young master, scared me to death!"

Rong Zhi’s footsteps halted: "..."

She wasn’t that deranged.

Ying Ji was equally bewildered. He had never heard of Rong Zhi’s medical skills, and was about to ask Demmi about the matter when he turned his head and found the main subject standing at the door, expressionless but with a rather complex gaze.

He paused briefly, then gestured for Rong Zhi to approach, asking calmly as she stood before him, "You can do surgery? How skilled are you?" Original content can be found at novel✶fire.net

Rong Zhi wiped her fingertips leisurely, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, "Pretty alright."

The Winner frowned: "What kind of level is ’pretty alright’?"

Rong Zhi had never been asked this question before, pondered for a moment before answering, "Learned a lot of miscellaneous skills, just mediocre."

"I don’t believe it!"

Demmi suddenly burst in front, his face expressing ’you’re lying,’ "The young master’s surgery was completed by you within half an hour, even if Mr. Yingka were alive, he could only shorten the surgery by half an hour!"

And yet she finished the surgery within half an hour!

Mr. Yingka was Demmi’s mentor, once a renowned medical expert famous internationally for his high medical prowess.

Rong Zhi pressed her lips into silence.

She truly felt that she learned rather broadly.

Back then, Fu Liang had forced her harshly to choose between two paths and in helplessness, she learned Western medicine. Traditional Chinese medicine was learnt in the tower of the back yard by reading medical books, and by the time Fu Liang discovered, she had already mastered both more than seventy percent.

Not expert, just knows a bit of both.

Ying Ji contemplated thoughtfully, anyone able to be compared with Mr. Yingka must be a figure of great influence in the medical world, but he’d never heard Rong Zhi’s name mentioned.

However, the fact that Rong Zhi had learned such self-preserving skills made him quite pleased.

He then recalled another matter, pondering briefly, he asked, "Demmi said so, indicating you have true talent and knowledge. What about Old Six’s illness... would you want to take a look?"

Ying Zhao Yuan’s rhinitis?

Rong Zhi, with one hand in her pocket, nodded, "I originally had that intention."

Ying Ji’s lips curled instantly, "Alright, tomorrow you accompany Old Six to the hospital for examinations, offer your assessment then."

The matter of checking on Ying Zhao Yuan’s illness was thus settled, everyone turned quite weary after a night of busyness. With company’s spice orders needing processing, Ying Ji went off to work first, Rong Zhi returned to her room to sleep.

She opened the door, catching a whiff of a pleasant, faint mint fragrance.

Lowering her gaze a bit, closing the door, she navigated in the moonlight to find clothes in the wardrobe to freshen up.

Upon coming out, she checked the time, it was past one in the morning.

Thinking of matters to attend tomorrow, she mulled over giving herself a knockout shot to wake at a preset time, but as soon as she sat down on the bed, an arm still warm wrapped around her waist.

Rong Zhi responded softly.

The quilt lifted, the bed already cozy warm.

She lay in naturally, the man’s calf pushed against her foot, cushioning it with warmth.

Face-to-face, his fingers pressed on her shoulder, a steady and strong motion provided relaxing massage.

Rong Zhi slightly raised her head to allow his arm to pass better under her neck, half-closed her eyes, "Isn’t this tiring?"

From assisting her in saving Ying Cenchuan, to the fight earlier tonight, she thought he’d gone to bed early.

The hand on her shoulder unkowningly slid to her waist, the man’s drowsy eyes opened a thin slit, his voice muffled, "Are you questioning my prowess?"

She immediately covered those awakening eyes.

"Overthinking it, sleep."

The touch below her palm tickled, the man chuckled, the more he laughed, the more his eyelashes fluttered. Rong Zhi blankly kicked him once in the calf, finally restoring quiet.

Maybe having a familiar presence beside her easily, she actually drifted off to sleep this time fuzzily, though not deeply asleep, she nevertheless managed to slumber.

In the dark, Bai Su stared at the youth’s peacefully resting brows for quite a while, leaned down, bit near her cheek, nibbled slightly before slowly releasing.

Thumb softly brushed over the bite mark, his Adam’s apple rolled subtly twice, emitting a pleased, muffled laugh.