Chapter 6

"You're awake!"

The moment Lin Wan Bai opened his eyes, he saw the nurse standing in front of him, smiling like a blooming flower.

The familiar smell of disinfectant could be easily identified as being in a hospital. Memories from before the coma came rushing back to him, and he felt as if he had fallen into a warm embrace.

She lowered her head to her left wrist, which hurt even the slightest bit. The nurse quickly stopped her, "Don't move! He had stitched six needles. Be careful not to tear the wound open! You too, why are you so upset? It hurts so much, but luckily it didn't hurt your arteries! "

Lin Wan Bai was embarrassed.

Actually, she didn't really want to die. Even if she did, she would have to buy an insurance policy first.

He only wanted to use this method to stop Huo Chang Yuan from going up again. He didn't want to cut this deep, but he didn't have the experience to do so.

Lin Wan Bai looked at the independent ward he was in and frowned, "Medical expenses …"

"Don't worry, the gentleman who sent you here has already paid the medical fees!"

"I'll leave you here!" The nurse shrugged.

Lin Wan Bai heaved a sigh of relief, but was not surprised.

Ruthlessness, ruthlessness, was entirely the impression Huo Chang Yuan gave her. From the moment he could not even move a muscle while watching her bleed to her fainting, it should have been as long as he could be sure that he wouldn't die without taking responsibility for it.

"You're anemic right now, so try not to make any big moves. "Also, that gentleman paid you for your stay in the hospital for three days. Take a good rest!" The nurse tucked her in very carefully, wanting to say something but hesitating, "Don't be so silly in the future. It's not worth it …"

For love?

The corner of Lin Wan Bai's mouth twitched.

Suddenly thinking of something, she hurriedly called out to the nurse who had left, "Wait! "Where is my sword?"

Underground, Lin Wan Bai pulled on his sleeves, blocking the wound on his left wrist that had not been removed.

That same day, she hung a bottle and left the hospital, returning the three days' hospitalization fee. She didn't expect that the hospital would be so expensive that it scared people to death.

Of course she wouldn't return the money. It wasn't like that night's twenty thousand yuan. She felt at ease with the money.

However, her sword disappeared when she cut her wrist. It was missing from the personal belongings of the nurse. When she went to the hotel, she said that she didn't see anything and just disappeared without a trace.

Lin Wan Bai didn't know what to do, this blade that had different meanings was the most important thing to her, she had carried it with her for many years without leaving her body, and with an aged blade, it was impossible for the police to file a case, so she couldn't help but get even more anxious thinking about it.

"Little White, room twelve wants wine!"

Lin Wan Bai responded and quickly placed the wine on the tray.

Pushing open the door of the private box, she found herself in a room that she had seen every night. There were a lot of men and women inside, and all of them were well-dressed rich people.

Really … The enemy's path was narrow!

Lin Wan Bai put away the bottles one by one, got up and was about to leave.

The tray had been pressed down by someone. She saw a pair of peach blossom eyes on the other side, "Don't go, the wine hasn't started!"

Lin Wan Bai pulled back the tray, wanting to tell him that a colleague was coming over to take responsibility. A silver light flashed from the corner of her eyes, and she subconsciously looked over, stopping her actions completely.

The man swung a military knife between his long, well-defined fingers.