Jiang Dongling expressionlessly drew his gun and fired. Aiming at their arms, not fatal but excruciatingly painful. His gaze was bottomless, his expression cold: “Dare to say a bad word about Guo’er, and you’ll all die.”
Doctors A, B, and C immediately collapsed, rolling in pain, wanting to scream but not daring to, finally biting their fists and whimpering. Jiang Dongling, finding them noisy, coldly said: “Throw them out.”
The remaining doctors were terrified, quickly bowing and sincerely saying— “Miss Qin is just too tired, let her sleep more, she’ll wake up soon.” “Miss Qin’s pulse is stable, she’ll be fine after a few more days of rest. Second Master, don’t worry.”
The remaining doctors tried their best to lie, afraid of touching his taboo and being shot and thrown out. Jiang Dongling watched quietly, his expression growing increasingly ugly. The doctors were shocked by the murderous aura suddenly emanating from him, holding their breath, not daring to say a word. Jiang Dongling lowered his eyes, not wanting to look at them: “All of you, get out.” The doctors scattered in panic. Jiang Dongling lay beside her, touching her cold face, his eyes a picture of desolation. The air suddenly fell silent. Chen Jing floated nearby, her feelings complex. Honestly, she felt a bit sympathetic.
After all, the dead cannot be brought back to life, and after a long time, her body could not withstand it. The person lying on the bed was completely stiff, her skin white and blue, and anyone seeing her like this would not think she was still alive. Jiang Dongling stood at the bedside, silently looking at her.
Chen Jing stood not far behind him, her gaze slightly complicated. No matter how much she liked Jiang Dongling, she would not forget why she came here. Jiang Dongling was just a virtual character she created, a likable persona. Even if his current consciousness data was all Yan Li’s, he was still just a character in a book.
