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Her face instantly turned pale. She turned her head to look at Long Yetian mechanically and said stiffly, "Leng Yan, you're injured. Is this matter related to you?"

"He's injured. Why are you so concerned about him?" "Heh …" Long Yetian snorted and became more emotionless.

Su Xiaowu frowned, her complexion unable to recover. She walked up to him and asked, "Does his injury have anything to do with you?"

She didn't know who hurt Leng Yan, nor could she think of who. But in the Southern Capital, they had no enemies. Only Long Yetian could threaten her like this, so she could only stare at Long Yetian in confusion.

The heartless him tilted his head, and a layer of dull gray light scattered in his black eyes. Looking at Su Xiaowu's doubtful gaze, his ice-cold lips curled up into a smile. "So what if it's me?"

"It's really you?" Little Wu shook her head doubtfully. She was just curious, but she didn't expect him to reply in such a manner.

Long Yetian sneered and didn't say anything else.

She clenched her fists: "I have already promised you to come to Medicinal Hospital, why are you still hurting Leng Yan?" His chest felt so stuffy that even his voice had turned hoarse.

"I don't need you to teach me how to do things." He spoke with an expressionless face.

Su Xiaowu closed her eyes painfully. The veins on the back of her tightly clenched fist bulged. When she opened her eyes again, her eyes were a little red. Her fist landed heavily on his chest.

Long Yetian immediately grabbed one of her wrists: "You really care about him."

"Long Yetian, it's been five years. I didn't expect that you would still be so inhumane after five years! You are simply too annoying! "

She cursed at him in a hoarse voice and used all her strength. No matter how tightly he grabbed her wrist, she shook him off and ran away with big strides.

Without stopping at all, she quickly ran towards the outside of the imperial city. She was currently an official alchemist of the Royal College Of Medicine and had an entrance badge so it was very convenient for her to go in and out.

I have to get to the hospital...

Su Xiaowu ran as fast as she could.

At the side entrance of the Imperial City, Pei Na took off her sunglasses and looked at the hastily leaving figure. Wasn't that Su Xiaowu? At this point, where was she going? And running in such a hurry?

A trace of craftiness flashed across her eyes. After putting on her sunglasses, Pei Na carefully followed him.

Central Hospital.

When Xiao Wu arrived, Leng Yan had already finished the surgery and came out. She anxiously asked the doctor about the situation: "Doctor, I'm Leng Yan's relative. May I ask what happened to him?"

"It's a gunshot wound. It didn't hit the vital points. The bullet has already been removed. It's okay." South is a citizen gun support free capital, so gunshot wounds are not a rare thing, doctors are not surprised.

"Spear wound!" "How could it be …"

Pushing open the door of the ward, Leng Yan laid quietly on the bed. There was a cushion of needles hanging beside the bed. He looked very weak. Su Xiaowu walked to the bed and frowned. She could not help but feel sad.

On the sickbed, Leng Yan's closed eyes suddenly moved. His long eyelashes trembled …

Su Xiaowu quickly bent down and said, "Leng Yan, you, you're awake?"

Leng Yan slowly opened his eyes. When Su Xiaowu's face entered his sight, the corner of his mouth raised into a smile. "Little Wu …"

"Are you all right? "Where is the injury?"

"It's nothing, just some minor injuries." Leng Yan said as if nothing had happened. He even shrugged his shoulders, looking very relaxed.

Little Wu frowned. How could a gunshot wound be a minor injury? She was very clear on the severity of the gunshot wound. "I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

"Hmm? What does this have to do with you? "

"I never thought that he would act so excessively against you …" At this point, her voice became raspy, as if a needle was stuck in her throat.

"Huh? Little Wu, what are you talking about? " Leng Yan frowned in confusion.

Su Xiaowu's brows had been furrowed the entire time. "Don't you know who hurt you this time?"

"I know." His words were resolute, decisive, and without the slightest hesitation. However, he looked at Su Xiaowu's confused expression and asked, "Do you know who hurt me?"

"Isn't it Long Yetian?"

Leng Yan frowned and hesitated for a moment: "Yes, it's him."

Little Wu's expression slowly turned grim, and her expression became slightly more melancholy.

Looking at her expression and the emotion that was hidden in her eyes, the corner of Leng Yan's mouth slowly raised into a smile: "Heh …" "Where did you hear that kind of gossip?"

"Hmm?" Little Wu was a little puzzled. "He said so himself."

"Long Yetian admitted it himself? Heh … Even I know that he didn't do it, so why is he so anxious to take the blame? "What a weird temper." Leng Yan chuckled with a hint of helplessness.

Little Wu opened her eyes in confusion and blinked her eyes as she stared at Leng Yan. After a while, she couldn't react. "You, what did you say?"

"I said, the one who hurt me this time isn't Long Yetian!"

"It isn't?"

"Of course, I know very well that the person who hurt me this time has nothing to do with Long Yetian." Leng Yan said with determination.

"Who is that?"

"I don't know either. It looks like it was just a small accident in the arms business. "In short, you don't have to worry too much about it. Be a good pharmacist and stop thinking about me."

Su Xiaowu nodded hesitantly. Was Long Yetian crazy? It was obviously not him, so why did he admit it? Could it be … Was it because she suspected him that he admitted it?

He suddenly felt a bit more agitated.

Leng Yan lay on the bed and yawned lazily, "I already told you, it wasn't Long Yetian who did it. Why are you still frowning like that?"

"Nothing." Little Wu shook her head. Thinking back to that time, what she said to him in the garden felt a little awkward. Even though she hated him because of what happened five years ago, this time, he obviously didn't do those things.

He had a nagging feeling that she was in the wrong in this matter, and would inevitably feel a bit guilty.

At this moment, Leng Yan slightly propped himself up and slowly sat up.

Seeing him flailing around, Su Xiaowu pressed her hand on his shoulder. "You just finished the operation. Don't move about too much. What if the wound breaks?"

He smiled faintly. "Am I that fragile?" Following that, his hand slowly came out from under the blanket and grabbed her arm: "Xiao Wu, come here, I have something to tell you."

"Hmm?" Su Xiaowu bent down and put her head down.

The moment she got close to him, Leng Yan's grip on her arm suddenly tightened and Little Wu's body leaned towards him …

Her soft lips fell on her forehead.

Su Xiaowu opened her eyes wide.