Xia Xue pressed the blood-absorbing cotton onto Xiao Lang's wound, tightly securing it with gauze.

The medicine kit only contained household drugs. To extract the bullet and suture the wound, they had to go to a hospital, and then assess whether other areas were affected. The bullet wound was near the chest, only five centimeters from the heart. She wasn't sure where Xiao Lang's heart was, so she couldn't determine if the bullet had pierced the leaflets.

"He must go to the hospital!" she looked at Miao Shaoqing, but everyone knew moving the patient now was impossible. Even a little jolt could be dangerous.

Miao Shaoqing shook his head helplessly at Xia Xue; he dared not take such a risk. The distance from the farmhouse to the nearest hospital was nearly an hour, and the medical station on the city outskirts was not well-equipped. Xiao Lang's injury was close to the heart, and he couldn't ensure that Xiao Lang could receive treatment after such a long transport time; moreover, he couldn't guarantee that Xiao Lang could withstand the jostling.

Xia Xue burst into tears of anxiety. Without tools, she couldn't perform further treatment on Xiao Lang, and he had been injured for her sake. In the past, when Xiao Lin always appeared during crises to eliminate bad guys for her, she always thought it unnecessary. The feeling of someone watching over her from somewhere was annoying, but today she understood the true reason for his presence beside her.

The shock brought by the nightmares she encountered at the school hospital was nothing compared to having a gun pointed at her head today. She looked at Xiao Lin and finally exploded with helplessness.

"You mustn't perturb him with any mental force right now," Hua Qingyi, covered in blood, placed a hand on Xia Xue's shoulder, evoking a sense of holiness that was as untouchable as Xiao Lin's, devoid of his usual flippancy.

He was grateful to have returned before Xia Xue spoke up. Perhaps others couldn't discern that Xiao Lin was in danger at that moment; it wasn't because he was incompetent, but in this state, external disturbances could easily cause his internal energy to fluctuate, leading to self-harm. This was a shortcoming of the Heart Method. Those who put Xiao Lin at such risk were considered skillful experts.

"You're bleeding!" Xia Xue grabbed Hua Qingyi, wanting to see his wound.

"It's not mine." Dealing with those people was no easy task; they were difficult indeed. Foreign assassins were surely more tenacious than domestic ones, testing one's patience with such endurance.

"If Xiao Lang isn't taken to the hospital, I'm afraid..."

"Got it, I'll find a way to get a set of medical equipment here," Hua Qingyi promised Xia Xue. "Give me a list of the materials you need, actually, let them prepare as they see fit!" Stripping away the protective circle, Hua Qingyi hurried to one side.

Hua Muyun had the habit of an early sleeper, a sign of aging. Awakening at the sound of a bell, he did not exhibit the inexplicable grumpiness like a young person, but his first reaction was to think of what might have happened.

"I need a complete set of medical equipment, including drugs, and that dustproof, germproof temporary tent," Hua Qingyi couldn't care less about anything else. Time was life; this was what came to his mind.

"What's happening?" Hua Qingyi rarely spoke like this; often, his stubbornness mirrored his own, unwilling to easily ask for help but rather devise his own strategies to get what he wanted.

"The farmhouse, you know it," Hua Qingyi directly pointed out Hua Muyun's detailed awareness of their whereabouts. He and Xiao Lin had come to an understanding about this, opting to ignore it. Elderly people enjoy controlling their juniors; as long as they don't interfere with their actions, they let the old man be happy.

"Mm!" Hua Muyun exhibited a rare expression of admiration, while Madam Hua raised herself slightly to drape a coat over Hua Muyun, her gaze inquiring who called so late.

"Someone at the farmhouse was severely injured by an assassin; I need medical equipment to save them. As for the specifics, I'll report to you later, or you can listen to your subordinates' reports yourself."

The interchange between formal and informal speech highlighted Hua Qingyi's urgency. In special occasions or when facing special individuals, he was an adept at etiquette and politeness, a vital course Hua Muyun instilled in him for high society interactions and official circles—it's a symbol of status and intrinsic temperament, utilizing it properly can project an aura that overshadows opponents within a set timeframe.

"Can it hold for fifteen minutes?" Instead of probing further, Hua Muyun provided a potential timeframe to Hua Qingyi.

"It can!" Hua Muyun's supplied time was the latest possible time; he was a cautious person.

After hanging up, Hua Qingyi returned to the protective circle. "Can you hold for fifteen minutes? Medical equipment will be sent over." Xia Xue found it hard to believe; it was only a phone call. She knew Hua Qingyi's identity, but this seemed too exaggerated. Once more, she began to doubt Xiao Lin's true identity.

"Xiao Lin, he..."

"What you want to know, he will tell you." After speaking, he focused all his attention on Xiao Lin's side.

The person had lost consciousness, and Xiao Lin released his grip. His arm was a bit numb; this person was still quite strong, requiring so much time to take down. Maybe next time he shouldn't torment himself like this, just finish off the opponent in the quickest way.

"You look very angry." The threat was eliminated, and the people who were originally guarding Xia Xue promptly dragged the corpse away. "To make you treat someone with such a torturous method, they must have done something that made you very angry, because of Xia Xue?"

"Hmm!" Xiao Lin grunted in response, then called out to the Guardian who was about to leave. "Cut off his head and send it to Fatty Wang."

Clearly, that person was shocked. Even in death, shouldn't the body be left intact? But he couldn't refuse Xiao Lin's order. "Yes, Young Master Xiao, I'll handle it right away."

"You're quite ruthless, you know?" Hua Qingyi couldn't help but feel sorry for the days ahead for Fatty Wang.

Xiao Lin's earlier hesitation was just to avoid making too much noise and complexity. Even with Black Crow's interference, after eliminating the assassins sent to kill him, he simply had Flame Swallow go back and issue a warning to Black Crow. However, the appearance of Xiao Mu indeed caused him to waver a bit.

Fatty Wang wasn't a fool. Regarding the matter of Chu Fangxiu, he could have handled it more smartly. Analyzing it carefully, he realized he could completely distance himself from this matter, and he probably already had arrangements for the aftermath. Then, to take action in such a fierce manner, was it solely for silencing witnesses?

There's a possibility that Fatty Wang's current position was in jeopardy. He had to take a risky move to maintain his status as the leader of the Wang Family, and the few people always near him needed a suitable reason for elimination. With Zhang Teng dead, the remaining two would affect him, and those who knew too much wouldn't be left alive, hence the tactic of using others to do the killing.

"Brother, did you think of this too?"

Xiao Lin nodded, but there was no news from Poison Dragon, and he wasn't sure about Lian's situation now.

Unlike Elder Guo, Poison Dragon lacked any code of conduct for assassins. Perhaps he was just a low-level thug, having founded the Poison Dragon Gang through sheer brutality.

Therefore, dealing with him didn't require much effort. Yet, with Lian involved, Xiao Lin's demeanor grew cold. It was a punishment different from killing Elder Guo; it was a deeper retribution, akin to the punishments endured by villains before being cast into the eighteenth layer of Hell.

"Poison Dragon best not act recklessly, or he will face a fate worse than entering the eighteenth layer of Hell." Upon hearing this, Hua Qingyi shivered all over. Ah, men, better not meddle with this man's affairs, with a possessiveness that sends chills down the spine.

Fifteen minutes was just right, as a military vehicle stopped on the flat land of the farm. Several people got off the vehicle, unloaded the materials in the hall, then jumped back into the vehicle and retreated from the farm.

What speed does it take to cover the distance from Sharp Sword Corps to the farm in fifteen minutes? Xiao Lin didn't even have time to catch up and say a word to them before they disappeared without a trace, leaving him indebted to them for this private endeavor.

"Is that the dust cover you wanted?" Xiao Lin first spotted the white item.

"Yes! It's sterile!" Hua Qingyi nodded proudly, thinking his attention to detail was commendable since he had considered even this.

"Great, you go set it up." With that, Xiao Lin threw the words behind and walked upstairs.

The dust cover was good, but setting it up was laborious. He neither loved nor wanted to use it, but if someone else fixed it, he would be pleased. After all, during surgery preparation and the procedure, it's best conducted in a sterile environment to significantly reduce the risk of infection and minimize the chances of secondary complications.

"Brother, you're seriously ruthless." Hua Qingyi looked to Miao Shaoqing for help. "Lend a hand, would you?" Even though he didn't expect a pleasant demeanor or an abundance of words in return, Miao Shaoqing just quietly set about installing the protective cover.

On this point, Hua Qingyi quite appreciated this reserved man, though jealousy flared as Miao Shaoqing's attitude towards him was completely different from that with Xiao Lin. Clearly, this person spoke more to Xiao Lin than to him.

Xiao Lin squatted on the ground to examine Xiao Lang's injuries. Due to prolonged delay, Xiao Lang was already in a hypothermic state, with slightly dilated pupils and a weak pulse.

He pressed his fingers on the bandaged area, measuring the heart's location by the distance of his fingers from the shoulder bone and side. This was something Xia Xue hadn't considered, and she couldn't help but admire Xiao Lin's calmness and composure in critical moments. Had it been someone else, they might have hurriedly opened the dressing and cut into the wound directly.

"His heart is positioned slightly higher than average, so the bullet didn't directly enter the atrium, instead it grazed the left side, piercing through the left ventricle valve," he explained. Once the heart's location was determined, it became easy to model where the bullet was lodged on the heart. "You want to assist me? No problem, right?" (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for it with recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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