A Young Man’s Heart

After handling the motorcycle thugs, Zhong Nuannuan walked toward Leng Qirui and bent down to look at him. "Are you alright? Do you want to wait here for the police to arrive, or go to the hospital first?"

"I'm alright. I can stay here and wait for the police."

"Okay. I'll take a look at your injuries."

Leng Qirui removed his hand that was covering his abdomen, and there was a stab wound that had sliced his flesh open. Although it looked very scary, his internal organs were not damaged. In addition to this, Leng Qirui's blood had coagulated relatively well. He normally did not bleed much even under such heavy exercise, so it was totally fine for him to hang on until the police arrived.

Zhong Nuannuan took out the thug boss' cell phone and used a data transfer cable to pour all its contents into her own cell phone.

Leng Qirui's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at Zhong Nuannuan's action.