Chapter 2271 - 2100: Trying to Fool Me
Chapter 2271: Chapter 2100: Trying to Fool Me
"It’s over, she wouldn’t really want to set us up, would she?"
"Hmph! She’s putting on an act for me!" Song Xiaodong said.
Miss Kong looked at the camera and slowly raised the knife in her hand, which was emitting a red glow.
The two family guards wanted to step forward but were frightened back by Miss Kong’s threatening gesture to stab herself.
Song Xiaodong vaguely sensed that something wasn’t right.
"Patriarch Song, I refuse to believe you would truly let someone die without helping!"
"Argh..."
With that, Miss Kong plunged the knife into her own belly. The intense pain hit her, and the blade penetrated three inches into her abdomen, drawing blood.
Miss Kong looked down at the blood flowing out, and her legs immediately gave way. She was still holding the knife and collapsed entirely.
Song Xiaodong quickly notified the two guards at the door: "Bring her in."
One of the guards immediately carried Miss Kong and hurriedly brought her to the first-floor hall of the villa where Song Xiaodong lived.
"Just look at you, only taking action once things get this bad!" Miao Qingqing frowned and hit Song Xiaodong’s shoulder hard.
"Oh my, this person really has issues. In this day and age, still doing something like threatening with her life? Doing something like offering herself would be better!" Li Sijie also commented.
"You two stay upstairs, Sijie, come down with me."
The guard laid Miss Kong directly on the carpet in the hall as Song Xiaodong and Li Sijie descended the stairs. Song Xiaodong fetched his equipment from the alchemy chamber, walked out, and found Miss Kong lying there, clutching her stomach with the guards, blood still flowing, staining her white shirt.
Miss Kong’s consciousness was already fading a bit. Seeing Song Xiaodong squat down, she reached out with her other hand and grabbed Song Xiaodong’s arm.
"I knew Patriarch Song wouldn’t let someone die," Miss Kong said weakly.
"Miss Kong, I can save you, but your boss, I definitely will not!" Song Xiaodong said to Miss Kong with a stern expression.
"Patriarch Song, if you don’t save my mister, I’ll die here at your place!" Miss Kong’s consciousness was beginning to blur, her eyes starting to roll back.
Song Xiaodong turned to Li Sijie: "Help me!"
"Ah." Seeing so much blood, Li Sijie was somewhat nervous.
"Don’t be afraid, it’s okay, with me here, you won’t die," Song Xiaodong reassured Li Sijie.
"Okay." Li Sijie nodded in agreement.
"Cut open her shirt," Song Xiaodong instructed Li Sijie.
"Alright."
Li Sijie took the scissors Song Xiaodong handed over and cut open Miss Kong’s blood-soaked white shirt, revealing a stab wound about three centimeters long from which blood continued to flow.
"Get a dry towel!" Song Xiaodong directed Li Sijie.
Li Sijie handed the dry towel to Song Xiaodong, who gently wiped the blood off the wound, and upon seeing the condition of the stab wound clearly, he picked up two silver needles and cautiously inserted them into the wound.
Song Xiaodong intended to use the silver needles to probe and determine whether Miss Kong’s stab had injured any vital organs. Fortunately, it was just her lower abdomen; in that area were only the small intestines, above them the liver, and below them the kidneys.
It was unclear whether it was coincidence or Miss Kong had simply investigated the locations of vital organs before stabbing herself.
Song Xiaodong didn’t have the time to dwell on these things. After probing with the silver needles and discovering it was just the abdominal wall stab, the intestines were intact, he proceeded swiftly, stitching with the silver needles, applying some golden sore medicine, and finally bandaging the wound.
Thinking it over, Song Xiaodong fetched a small bottle from his alchemy room and poured a small cup of the medicinal liquid to feed the already unconscious Miss Kong.
After tidying up, Song Xiaodong went upstairs, instructing the family guards to arrange for someone to look after Miss Kong.
Li Sijie, feeling uneasy, stayed downstairs to keep watch.
Seeing Song Xiaodong coming upstairs, Miao Qingqing and Miao Xuanxuan both asked, "How is it?"
Song Xiaodong replied, "It’s okay, she’s bandaged up."
"This woman is truly insane! Does she have a death wish?" Miao Qingqing’s tone was even more intense.
"It’s okay, she won’t die, calm down, calm down," Song Xiaodong said to Miao Qingqing.
"Now what? She’s lying here at our place?" Miao Qingqing asked.
"When she wakes up, just send her off," Song Xiaodong replied.
"What if she doesn’t go?" Miao Xuanxuan asked.
"If she doesn’t, she can stay here and eat and live; we’re not short of feeding another mouth," Song Xiaodong said.
Miss Kong lay on the large couch in the living room on the first floor, Li Sijie carefully covered her with a blanket while staying with the Su family guards.
Before long, Miss Kong woke up, painfully opened her eyes, her whole face twisted by the torture of the pain.
"Alright now? Here, have some water," Li Sijie offered the glass to Miss Kong.
Miss Kong didn’t bother to say thank you, opened her mouth, and drank down the large glass of water, leaving only a drop at the bottom.
Having lost too much blood, Miss Kong was already exhausted, her lips pale, but she couldn’t care less about herself and opened her mouth weakly to say to Li Sijie, "Ma’am, please take me to the Family Head!"
After speaking, Miss Kong tried to get up.
"Miss Kong! Don’t move!" Li Sijie hurriedly pressed Miss Kong down.
"Ma’am, my mister’s life is at stake, Patriarch Song must be asked to save him!" Miss Kong continued to struggle to get up.
"Miss Kong, you and your mister, we can say are mortal enemies, your mister wants to sentence me to life imprisonment, yet you come asking me to save him, you have the audacity to ask me to save him!" Song Xiaodong heard the commotion downstairs, came down, and said to Miss Kong.
"Mr. Song, even if my mister sentenced you to life, he could rescue you, because he just wants you to treat the illness, he never intended for you to actually go to prison!" Miss Kong’s voice was extremely weak, running out of breath.