Zhuang Keluo, panicked, rushed over, "Xiaoyi, are you alright?"
Lu Chen glared at her and said in a deep voice, "Hold her!"
Then he lunged at the leader of the thugs, roaring, "Bastard!" and kicked him.
The leader of the thugs, having thrown his dagger with all his might, went limp and collapsed to the ground. Seeing Lu Chen's kick, he had no strength to dodge. Suddenly, with a thud, his chin was struck, his head snapping back, and a cracking sound echoed in his cervical vertebrae, as if his neck had been broken.
Lu Chen's furious kick was naturally extraordinary.
The leader of the thugs flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground. He groaned, his body shuddered, his head lolled to the side, and it was unclear whether he had fainted or died.
Lu Chen turned his head and saw Zhuang Keluo sitting on the ground, tightly holding Gong Xiaoyi in her arms.
Gong Xiaoyi, her eyes closed, had fallen unconscious again.
It was as if her brief awakening was solely to shield Lu Chen from a knife attack.
"I told you to watch her! How did you watch her? What were you doing?" Lu Chen, unable to contain his anger, shouted fiercely at Zhuang Keluo.
"I… I didn't expect her to suddenly wake up, I…" Zhuang Keluo looked up, her face pale.
*Slap!*
Immediately afterward, she received a slap across the face, leaving a clear red mark on her fair and beautiful cheek. It wasn't a very hard slap, but Zhuang Keluo immediately froze, her eyes wide with disbelief.
The burning pain on her face told her that she had indeed been slapped!
From childhood to adulthood, she had never been slapped. Who hadn't cherished her? Who wouldn't treat her with utmost respect?
And now, she'd actually been slapped across the face by this man!
Even if you saved me, you can't hit me like this! Zhuang Keluo almost burst into tears, biting her lower lip hard, covering her face, glaring at Lu Chen, and said fiercely, "Why did you hit me?"
Lu Chen's tone was icy: "This is a warning to you. From now on, whatever I ask you to do, do your best to do it well, and don't let the people I entrusted to your protection get hurt!"
As he spoke, he had already taken Gong Xiaoyi from Zhuang Keluo's arms without further ado. He also sat cross-legged on the ground, carefully holding her in his arms, letting her sit sideways on his lap, his left hand supporting the back of her neck.
Looking at her pale face and the blood-stained clothes, Lu Chen sighed, suppressing his heartache, and slowly unbuttoned her clothes. Her fair, delicate neck and chest were exposed. Above her pale blue bra, slightly below her left shoulder, the dagger was still firmly embedded, about halfway in.
Fortunately, it hadn't reached her heart.
Lu Chen took a deep breath, unleashing his Healing God ability. A special energy, transformed from his own true qi, slowly gathered in his right palm. He suddenly felt dizzy, his body swaying slightly. Having already used his Curse God ability twice, depleting most of his true qi, he seemed somewhat powerless to use the Healing God ability again.
An idea struck him. He grabbed the black pearl pendant, tore it off, held it in his hand, and gently pressed it against Gong Xiaoyi's wound. The special energy continued to flow, merging with the ocean's spiritual energy within the black pearl, like a stream becoming a river, flowing into the still-bleeding wound.
Lu Chen closed his eyes slightly and quickly sensed that, under the influence of the Healing God energy, the wound slowly contracted and healed. This energy seemed to have become part of Gong Xiaoyi's very being, constantly healing and nourishing her wounds.
Without opening her eyes, Lu Chen said calmly, "Pull out the dagger!"
This was clearly directed at Zhuang Keluo, who was standing to the side.
Zhuang Keluo was still covering her swollen face, her beautiful eyes glistening with tears, her expression still showing anger and grievance. How could she have known that Gong Xiaoyi would suddenly wake up and then suddenly lunge at her?
"I didn't injure her, and she hit me like this because of her!"
The more Zhuang Keluo thought about it, the more resentful she became. Hearing Lu Chen's commanding tone, she snorted and pretended not to hear.
"Hurry up!" Lu Chen shouted again, his tone carrying an unyielding pressure.
Zhuang Kelu gritted her teeth and muttered, "You hit me, and you still expect me to do things? You bastard..." She reached out, grasped the dagger, and carefully but forcefully pulled it straight up, instantly removing it.
Instantly, the unconscious Gong Xiaoyi shuddered, her delicate brows furrowing slightly, clearly in pain.
However, no more blood flowed from the wound.
Lu Chen slightly opened his eyes, looked at it, and nodded in satisfaction: "Hmm, well done."
Indeed, well done. To pull a knife out of a wound, firstly, it must be straight; otherwise, it might pull on the flesh fibers, causing more bleeding; secondly, it must be fast, the faster the better, otherwise, the injured person will suffer even more pain.
Zhuang Kelu pulled it out both straight and fast, deserving of the praise.
A smug smile involuntarily appeared on her face, like a child receiving praise from an adult. However, his face immediately darkened, and he muttered, "Hmph, who needs your praise? You slapped me! I hate you!"
He looked at Lu Chen.
Lu Chen smiled slightly, closed his eyes again, and continued to emit his healing energy to give Gong Xiaoyi's wounds a final healing treatment. He could feel that, under the fusion of the special energy, Gong Xiaoyi's broken flesh fibers were reconnecting, like broken hair being repaired.
Plugins and various cells also regained their vitality and returned to their original functions.
Zhuang Keluo stared at Lu Chen, finding it quite strange. What kind of technique was he using to heal Gong Xiaoyi? After all, she was born into the Zhuang family, whose main focus was intelligence gathering, and had grown up knowing many strange things. For example, martial arts practitioners could release their internal energy to heal the injured to a certain extent.
Although, although strange, it wasn't really that strange.
Of course, she didn't know this was a supernatural healing ability far superior to traditional healing techniques like internal energy projection.
Anyway, staring at Lu Chen's sharply defined face, Zhuang Keluo was somewhat mesmerized, but the burning pain on her face still made her furious. She raised her dagger, slashing left and right at his face in the air, then stabbing him several times.
In her imagination, Lu Chen was now decapitated. Although she felt a little relieved, Zhuang Keluo was still stifled; that slap had really humiliated her. She glared at Lu Chen, who was still sitting calmly on the ground, then jumped up and walked towards the four thugs lying on the ground.
Blood was everywhere; it was a truly gruesome sight. Three of the four were dead; the only one whose fate was unknown was the thug leader.
Although Zhuang Keluo was somewhat afraid, she came from a prestigious family and had always loved to run around. She had seen plenty of fights, brawls, bloodshed, and death, and she had seen plenty of dead people, so her fear only lasted a short while.
She touched her still-painful, delicate face, pondering what to do.
These guys were all thugs, but calling the police was out of the question. If the police arrived and saw three or four dead, Lu Chen would definitely be in trouble. Even if it was manslaughter or excessive self-defense, it would be bad enough. Thinking this, Zhuang Keluo couldn't help but worry about Lu Chen. Then, she suddenly spat, "Dare to slap me? He'd better be arrested and sentenced!"
But thinking about it, she couldn't bear to, and an idea came to her. How to dispose of the bodies? As she pondered, a weak voice sounded behind her: "How are you? Trying to figure out how to handle this scene?"
Zhuang Keluo turned around and saw Lu Chen standing behind her. His face was pale, and his eyes were dim.
Gong Xiaoyi was lying diagonally on a patch of grass nearby, with one of Lu Chen's coats underneath her. She didn't seem to be in any serious condition.
Zhuang Keluo suddenly felt a pang of sadness, thinking, "If only I had been the one to rush out and block that knife. At least I wouldn't have had to endure that bastard's slap, and I could have been held in his arms and had my wounds healed."
She deliberately made her tone cold: "I didn't kill him, what's it to me!"
Lu Chen nodded: "It's not your fault. On the contrary, I'm the one who dragged you down. Besides, you've helped me a lot, I'm very grateful. How about this, you go first, I'll handle this."
Hearing this, Zhuang Keluo blurted out: "You handle it? You're going to handle it all by yourself?"
"I'll find a way," Lu Chen said calmly, scratching his ear. His tone didn't sound troubled at all; it seemed he had thought of a solution. He said, "Then you should hurry up and go! You should be able to flag down a car at the main road, or call a taxi, or have your family send a car. Go on, I can handle things here."
Zhuang Keluo was even more furious. Lu Chen, what do you mean? You're just abandoning me like this? Even discarding a used tool isn't like this!
In the past, after being slapped and ignored, Zhuang Keluo would have already exploded. But now, seeing Lu Chen's obviously odd expression, Zhuang Keluo couldn't bring herself to lash out. She turned her head, pointed to Gong Xiaoyi lying on the grass, and muttered, "What about Xiaoyi? Her injury seems quite serious."
"It's alright," Lu Chen said calmly. "I stopped the bleeding, treated the wound, and it's healing quite well. I'll take her to the hospital to get checked out after I'm done here."
Saying it was healing well was actually an understatement. With the healing power of the god of medicine, he's recovered about 70-80%. It's just that he lost some blood and is a bit weak; he needs to recuperate properly.
"And you?" Zhuang Keluo looked at Lu Chen, gritted her teeth, and asked again, "And you? You seem a bit weak. Did you exert too much effort when treating Xiao Yi? Are you alright?"