Chapter 9 Is Not Possible?

  Han Fei'er was worried about Qiu Zhixun's injury, and kicked Chu Jing, who still had a defeated expression on his face, saying "What are you standing there for? Go take a look at your boss!"

  Chu Jing immediately rushed towards Qiu Zhixun like he had been injected with chicken blood, and after standing still for so long, he naturally noticed that Qiu Zhixun's left hand was trembling slightly, injured. He gently lifted up Qiu Zhixun's sleeve, and suddenly, a large patch of purple bruises appeared, extending from his hand to his arm, extremely frightening.

  Chu Jing's good-looking eyebrows were furrowed tighter and tighter, Ouyang Jin saw Chu Jing's expression, excitedly grasped his hand tightly and asked "How is it? How is it?"

  Han Fei's eyes widened in shock, he hadn't expected his injuries to be so severe, and the guilt in his heart grew stronger.

  Chu Jing slowly shook his head, just about to speak, when Ouyang Xue stepped forward and grasped his shoulder, shaking it violently "What? Can't be saved? If you don't cure Lao Da, I'll...I'll..." As she spoke, Ouyang Xue's eyes turned red.

  Han Fei'er, who was standing beside him, felt a sharp pain in her heart as if it were being slowly and mercilessly pierced by a knife. Her face turned pale. "Is he going to die? Is it because of saving me? It's all my fault!..." Han Fei'er said sorrowfully, clutching at her chest.

  Chu Jing was pinched by Ouyang Xue's icy fingers until she couldn't breathe, her eyebrows pinched even tighter...

  Ouyang Xuebing became even more agitated, his hand clenched into a fist with bulging veins...

  "Qing Bing, calm down! Let him finish!" Qiu Zhi Xun coldly shouted, his voice was cold but there was a hint of relief between his eyebrows. "Don't you still trust his medical skills?"

  Ouyang Bing always like this, even when facing death, he never had a hint of fear, but only when facing Lao Da's affairs would he become exceptionally agitated, losing his usual calmness.

  Ouyang Xing Bing immediately let go of Chu Jing, who was shaken until he was out of breath. After being released, Chu Jing glared at Ouyang Xing Bing and said, "What I just wanted to say is that the boss's injury is nothing serious!"

  Chu Jing slapped Ou Yang Bing with a loud slap and said, "He's also my elder brother, isn't he? Can I not be anxious when he's injured?"

  Han Fei'er's heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally fell back down... At the same time, she shot a fierce glare at a certain someone who was being deliberately mysterious. That someone rubbed their hands together and couldn't stop smiling slyly.

  Ouyang Bing smiled foolishly and didn't know what to say. Chu Jing naturally understood that he was anxious, "First, let's help the eldest back to his room and clean his body."

  Ouyang Xuebing was about to go and help Qiu Zhixun, but instead he was startled by a cold gaze from Qiu Zhixun and retreated. He scratched his hair, what's wrong with the boss?

  Chu Jing struck again, "You stupid cow! Come with me to get the medicine!" He said, and then dragged Ouyang Xing out with a ambiguous expression on his face. The opportunity he had finally obtained for Lao Da was about to be ruined by this idiot...

  Han Fei'er was preoccupied with Qiu Zhixun's injury and didn't have the energy to care about their little movements. Upon hearing Chu Jing's words, she helped Qiu Zhixun towards his room, and when he leaned on her, he naturally fell onto Han Fei'er.

  Feeling his abnormality, Han Fei'er thought he couldn't hold on anymore and exclaimed in surprise, hugging his sturdy waist and repeatedly saying "You must hold on, we're almost there..."

  Qiu Zhixun felt exceptionally comfortable pressing down on the soft and fragrant body of Xiang Yu, his face a picture of indulgence. His devilish black eyes gleamed with amusement as he leaned against her hair. As soon as they entered the room, Qiu Zhixun stumbled and fell onto the snow-white bed, bringing Han Fei'er with him. He flipped over and pinned Han Fei'er beneath him, his warm breath caressing her face, carrying the faint scent of fresh grass. Han Fei'er gazed up at him with wide, dark eyes that sparkled like stars.