Mr. Qing: The Kid in Your Arms Is a Prophet

On the blue sea, a ship was slowly sailing.

"Don't make a sound!"

The moment Mu Ling pushed open the cabin door, the smell of blood hit her face. Following a man's low and hoarse voice, she was knocked back into the room by a black shadow. Her shoulder hit the cabinet hard, and she immediately groaned in pain. What was going on? She had been on the ship for the entire day and only wanted to get some fresh air on the deck.

After she recovered, she asked softly, "Um, Who are you?"

Hearing the woman's words, the man's rough palm immediately covered her mouth and he pointed the gun at the woman's waist. "I'll borrow your room to hide for a while, it'll be fine."

In the dark, Mu Ling could not see the man's face clearly, but she could sense the danger and vigilance in his tone and breath. The man also exuded a strong sense of oppression.

Outside the room, there was the sound of hurried footsteps. It was very noisy, as if they were looking for something.

"That's strange," those people said in low voices. "How did he suddenly disappear?"

"He's already injured, and he's on a ship. He can't run away. Continue searching!" 

"We must kill him. We can't let him leave this ship alive!"

"Search! Don't overlook a single room!"

Just then, the door to Mu Ling's room was suddenly forced open. The light from the corridor shone in through the crack in the door and was about to shine on the man's shoes.

The man's eyes narrowed as he removed the gun from Mu Ling's waist and pointed it at the door.

If the people outside really came in, they would definitely die!

Mu Ling's heart beat faster, and she almost stopped breathing.

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted from outside the warehouse, " "There's blood here. The person must have run in that direction. Hurry up and chase!"

Upon hearing this, the burly man, who had opened the door halfway, gave up searching the room and turned to run away.

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away. After confirming that there was no more sound outside, the man put away his gun and let go of Mu Ling. "Thanks."

After saying that, the man fell back and lay on the small bed in the room. He didn't have any strength left.

Using the moonlight from the sea, Mu Ling looked at the man. His body was covered in blood! He seemed to have lost too much blood, and his face was pale, but it still could not hide his cold and handsome face.

Mu Ling could sense the aura of death from the man. In less than ten minutes, the man would die from blood loss! This was her ability to predict the death of humans! However, she could only predict the life and death of others, but she could not predict what would happen in the future.

The man's eyes were dim as he pressed on the wound on his abdomen. He realized that the small girl in front of him was staring at him. He panted as he asked, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

"No, I'm afraid! But was there any use in being afraid? I'm more afraid that you'll die, because I'll become a suspect." The girl's voice was clear and melodious, like a feather gently floating into his ears.

"I won't die so easily," the man said calmly.

"That's hard to say." Mu Ling looked at the wound on his abdomen and said slowly, "The wound is very deep, and it has already pierced the main artery. If you can't stop the bleeding and suture it in a short time, you will soon die from blood loss. But, uncle, I have a way to save you!"

She felt that this form of address was very appropriate. After all, this man looked at least ten years older than her!

"You know medicine?" The man frowned.

"I don't understand, but I can let you get on the shore alive. However, I have to tell you in advance that I've never studied medicine in any school, and I don't have any medical qualifications. It all depends on whether you dare to trust me or not."

The man seemed to have heard a big joke. He had been standing at the top of power for many years and had the power to decide things at all times. Now, he had to make a choice? Interesting!

He curiously sized up the girl in front of him. She didn't look very old, but she had a kind of otherworldly temperament. Her face was small and white, and her skin was as tender as a boiled egg that had just been peeled. Her facial features were also very delicate, and she was very outstanding. His eyes, in particular, seemed to contain a pool of spring water. Under the moonlight, they glowed.

However, there was no emotion on her face. It was strange that she was wearing a pair of black gloves in the summer. And the gloves were made of Emerald brocade! The gloves were embroidered with seven-petal flowers with fine stitches. From the workmanship and appearance, it seemed to be a style from the 1940s, but it looked very fashionable on her hands.

"So, what do you think?" Mu Ling asked, knowing that the man was sizing her up.

"Why are you helping me?" The man asked.