The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 218 - Genetic Laboratory Secrets Soothing and Tender

Chapter 218: 218: Genetic Laboratory Secrets, Soothing and Tender Care in the Ward (Second Update)

Chapter 218: 218: Genetic Laboratory Secrets, Soothing and Tender Care in the Ward (Second Update)

At that moment, someone came to the ward outside, knocking on the door frantically.

“Miss Luo!”

“Miss Luo!”

Seeing that no one inside was responding, the security guard that came with the on-duty nurse immediately started ramming the door.

On the third ram, the door suddenly opened from inside, and the two guards, unable to retract their momentum in time, lurched forward and nearly toppled over.

The shorter of the guards, infuriated and embarrassed, turned and glared at the ‘criminal’ standing at the doorway, shouting, “Who the hell are you?!”

Before he could get an answer, the on-duty nurse let out a shriek, pointing at the blood-stained scissors on the ground: “Catch him quickly!”

The audacity to commit assault in a room!

The two guards immediately moved to apprehend the person.

Jiang Zhi was still standing at the doorway, not having moved a step back, and with a kick to the shoulder of the guard in front of him, using all his might, he sent the man flying, hitting the one behind and both ended up crashing to the ground.

They really can’t take a hit.

He turned and walked away.

Behind him, the two guards quickly got up and chased after him.

Inside the ward, only Luo Qinghe and the on-duty nurse remained; the nurse saw Luo Qinghe already on the ground, her back covered in blood, and was so frightened that she was at a loss what to do.

“Miss Luo.”

“Miss Luo.”

The person was already unconscious and unresponsive to calls, the on-duty nurse yelled in the ward: “Doctor Zheng, Doctor Zheng!”

Fifth Renmin Hospital.

Zhou Xufang woke up less than an hour after leaving the operating room, and the first person she saw upon opening her eyes was not Jiang Zhi, but Fang Lixiang.

“Xu Fang.”

At Fang Lixiang’s call, the other few people in the ward came over as well.

Qiao Nanchu was there, Xue Baoyi too, and even Wen Baiyang from the convenience store, but Jiang Zhi was the only one missing.

Seeing that she did not respond, Fang Lixiang waved her hand in front of her eyes: “Are you awake?”

Zhou Xufang’s eyes roamed about, searching for Jiang Zhi.

She must be awake; Fang Lixiang, overjoyed to the point of near hysteria, wished she could pounce and hug her: “You scared me to death!”

Zhou Xufang’s first question was about her boyfriend: “Where’s Jiang Zhi?”

Fang Lixiang replied, “He went out.”

Zhou Xufang hadn’t fully recovered yet, her voice weak and without much strength, her face also lacking much color, she removed her oxygen mask and asked Fang Lixiang again: “Where did he go?”

Fang Lixiang couldn’t answer; she wasn’t clear herself, and didn’t dare to speak carelessly. Jiang Zhi had left with a murderous aura, and it didn’t seem like he was off to do anything proper.

At this moment, Qiao Nanchu joined in: “He stepped out for a bit, he’ll be back soon.” He glanced back at Xue Baoyi, “Bao Yi, go call the doctor over.”

“Oh.”

Xue Baoyi had just left the ward when she ran into the returning Jiang Zhi. She sized him up from head to toe and saw that he was still in his blood-stained suit, but didn’t notice anything else out of the ordinary.

“Zhou Xufang is awake, she’s looking for you.”

Jiang Zhi quickly entered the ward.

Zhou Xufang was a bit weak, and only when he approached did she hear his footsteps. She looked up to see him and her heart settled down: “Jiang Zhi.” Her injury was on the right side, so using her left hand for support on the bed, she tried to sit up.

“You can’t move.” Jiang Zhi helped her lie back down, and afraid of touching the wound on her back, had her lie on her side, “Where’s the doctor?”

For some reason, Fang Lixiang felt intimidated upon seeing Jiang Zhi and couldn’t help but stand up straight, answering, “They’ve already gone to call.”

Zhou Xufang was rarely like this, listless and weak: “Where did you go?”

Jiang Zhi didn’t tell her, just saying, “I’ll tell you once you’re better.”

Zhou Xufang didn’t ask any further.

The doctor had arrived. It was the chief surgeon, Director Qi, who first checked the data on the electrocardiogram monitor, then took a flashlight to examine Zhou Xufang’s pupils.

Her temperature needed to be taken as well.

A special thermometer had been brought in, one from the Jiang Family’s laboratory, capable of measuring extremely low body temperatures, but it had to be placed under the armpit for measurement.

Director Qi, nearly sixty, had no reservations as a doctor. Just as he was about to take the patient’s temperature, Jiang Zhi said, “Let her do it,” indicating the female nurse.

Director Qi awkwardly handed the thermometer to the female nurse.

Jiang Zhi glanced backward.

Qiao Nanchu consciously turned away, while Xue Baoyi did so unconsciously until Fang Lixiang pulled her away.

22 degrees.

Was this a temperature a human could have… The female nurse hesitated for a moment before recording the data.

“Don’t hold back,” Jiang Zhi crouched at the bedside, “tell the doctor wherever it hurts or feels uncomfortable.”

Zhou Xufang’s little face was still pale, her lips also white, devoid of any color. She shook her head, saying, “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Jiang Zhi didn’t believe her, asking the doctor, “How is she?”

Director Qi put away the stethoscope, “She’ll be fine once the bleeding stops. Rest for a few days and she should be alright.”

“Thank you,” said Jiang Zhi.

Director Qi didn’t dare to take credit, “Mr. Jiang is too polite.”

After the examination, Jiang Zhi said to the people behind him, “I have something to say to Zhou Xufang. You all go out first.”

Jiang Zhi’s heart was clearly still unsettled, the fierceness not dissipated. Zhou Xufang needed to soothe him. Understanding this, Qiao Nanchu gave Xue Baoyi a look, and they both stepped aside.

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Once the door was shut, Jiang Zhi reached out to touch Zhou Xufang’s face, “It still hurts a lot, doesn’t it?”

Anaesthesia had to be used at twenty times the normal dosage; she couldn’t possibly be pain-free.

It was indeed very painful, but Zhou Xufang, not wanting Jiang Zhi to feel distressed and hurt for her, endured the pain and said, “Just a tiny bit.”

She was only deceiving herself with such words.

“The painkiller dosage can’t be raised any further,” Jiang Zhi moved his hand to her mouth, “If it hurts, you can bite me.”

Zhou Xufang truly opened her mouth, not biting him, but kissing the back of his hand, then immediately frowned, “There’s a metallic taste.”

There was a taste of blood; he hadn’t had time to clean himself, his appearance was a mess. He said, “It’s your blood.” He leaned forward a little, touched his face to hers, still shaken, his voice hoarse, “You almost scared me to death.”

Zhou Xufang reached out to wipe the dried bloodstains on his face, wiping twice but not able to remove them, “It’s alright now. Once the drugs are metabolized, the wounds will heal.”

“Penicillin?”

Jiang Zhi knew Zhou Xufang’s abilities well. Without drugs, eight people couldn’t possibly match her. Before the ambulance arrived, she had said penicillin couldn’t be used.

Zhou Xufang nodded, “My physique is antagonistic to this antibiotic. Even a trace amount could significantly slow down my self-healing and regeneration speed, and my coagulation function will also have issues. If uninjured, it could lead to shock and high fever, but once the effects pass, it’s okay.”

But once injured, stopping the bleeding would be very difficult.

And that was just a trace amount.

“What if a large amount is injected?” Jiang Zhi asked her.

Heart arrest could occur, disappearance of major arterial pulsation and heart sounds, ischemia and hypoxia in all organs, leading to sudden death.

These were the conclusions drawn by the doctor responsible for her; as for facts, nobody had tried. During her time in the laboratory, those people ran many experiments on her but never exceeded her critical threshold.

She said, “I’m not sure.”

So much unknown, Jiang Zhi had never felt this anxious before, fearing that after this time, he’d be on edge: “Who else knows about this?”

“I haven’t told anyone. It should be just the people from the Genetic Laboratory.” But who could it be?

Su Dingzhi, Su Qinghou, the medical doctors, or someone among the test subjects… They all seemed possible, but Zhou Xufang couldn’t guess any longer.