Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

Chapter 145: Chapter 138: Are You Hurt? Don’t Lie to Me

The moment had come!

Lan Yinyin crouched low, ready to rush out and save someone.

Just then, a figure flashed past her, one step ahead.

Without a word, they pulled Zhan Qipei away.

It was her!

Damn Qiao Jing!

She could have come earlier or later, but she chose this very moment to interfere, ruining Lan Yinyin’s plan!

Good!

Very good!

This time she was seeking her own death, perfect for avenging the last time.

Upon this thought, Lan Yinyin’s expression twisted ferociously as she gestured towards the assassins.

Kill her!

She couldn’t kill Zhan Qipei, but she could kill Qiao Jing.

Zhan Qipei clung tightly to Qiao Jing’s hand and wouldn’t let go.

“You—” Before he could finish his word, Qiao Jing interrupted him.

“You are badly injured, don’t talk.”

Zhan Qipei knew well the prowess of these assassins, he was glad that Qiao Jing was willing to save him, but it also put her in danger.

“I’m fine, you should run now.”

Qiao Jing, while keeping a watchful eye on the assassins encircling them, replied, “Me? Fine? If I hadn’t arrived just in time, you would’ve been pierced through.”

Zhan Qipei shook his head, trying to clear his vision to get a better look at Qiao Jing, the wider he opened his eyes, the more they burned.

“I asked Tang Yan to bring people nearby, find them, then come back to rescue me.”

Qiao Jing glanced sidelong at Zhan Qipei and said, “Don’t think I don’t know, you’re saying that just to send me away.”

“I’m not, you’re overthinking it. I’m telling the truth. Why else would you think I’d be so foolish as to come here alone and risk everything? Tang Yan is really nearby,” Zhan Qipei explained earnestly.

“I know Tang Yan is nearby, but he hasn’t come yet, which means he’s also been ambushed and can’t get here anytime soon.”Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Qiao Jing could tell that Zhan Qipei didn’t want to drag her into this.

“You think too little of me.”

A few assassins only.

“They are very strong,” Zhan Qipei warned, but Qiao Jing had already charged at them.

As said, these assassins were indeed very strong, and Qiao Jing couldn’t finish them off in just a few minutes.

It took ten minutes.

The assassins lay scattered on the ground, some with broken arms, some with severed legs, and others foaming at the mouth.

Various horrible scenes.

Lan Yinyin, hidden in a concealed spot, watched in astonishment.

She had witnessed Qiao Jing’s prowess last time; she knew she was no match for her, but she never expected Qiao Jing to be so incredibly strong.

These assassins were all highly trained and trusted by Fifth Master; she herself would likely be no match for even one of them.

Yet—

Qiao Jing had laid them all out barehanded.

Looking at Qiao Jing, there wasn’t a single injury on her body.

How could such a formidable character be just an ordinary country farmer?

She would never believe it!

Zhan Qipei quickly came forward, grabbed Qiao Jing’s hand, and despite his blurred vision, frantically scanned her body for any signs of injury.

“Are you hurt? Don’t lie to me!”

Seeing the man’s anxious demeanor, Qiao Jing subconsciously twitched her mouth, paused for two seconds, and then said, “I’m fine, just a nick in my clothes.”

What? Just a nick in the clothes?!

“Where?”

It couldn’t be in a place not for others to see, could it?

If it were, he would definitely gouge out the eyes of all these assassins.

Zhan Qipei, with his face tensed, thought this as he swiftly searched over Qiao Jing’s body.

He paid no mind to the differences between men and women, from top to bottom.

Qiao Jing, speechless, pushed Zhan Qipei away, who had a knife wound on his knee. Suddenly pushed so forcefully by Qiao Jing, he staggered and fell backward.

Unfortunately, right behind Zhan Qipei was a large rock. If he were to fall like that, the back of his head would surely split open.

Qiao Jing, holding back her annoyance, quickly reached out to grasp the man’s waist and stabilize him.

Zhan Qipei took the opportunity to “inertially” embrace Qiao Jing.

“You—” Just as Qiao Jing was about to push Zhan Qipei away again, Zhan Qipei, weak and breathless, lay on Qiao Jing’s body and started speaking in a hoarse voice.

“Quick… dress my wound… I can’t… hold on much longer…”

Hearing this, and smelling the blood on the man, Qiao Jing knew this was no time for nonsense.

After all, although he had almost entirely ‘devoured’ her earlier, she could tell that Zhan Qipei hadn’t done it on purpose; he was also worried about her condition.

With this thought, Qiao Jing decided not to argue with Zhan Qipei anymore.

“Hang in there.” Qiao Jing supported Zhan Qipei as they left the cornfield.

No sooner had they stepped out than Tang Yan arrived with Zhan’s bodyguards.

“This…” Tang Yan’s gaze moved from the assassins lying on the ground back to Zhan Qipei.

Seeing Zhan Qipei covered in injuries, his heart skipped a beat.

“Boss, how are you? Are you okay? We were ambushed on our side too, I came—”

“Enough, let’s not talk about that now. Though no vital parts are injured, if we delay, he could still be in trouble from losing too much blood,” Qiao Jing said.

“Okay, I’ll stop.” Tang Yan extended his hand in front of Zhan Qipei, “Shall I help?”

Right after Tang Yan spoke, he saw Zhan Qipei’s grip around Qiao Jing’s arm tighten slightly.

Zhan Qipei, though worried he might burden Qiao Jing, wanted only her to support him.

After all, she had just single-handedly dealt with so many fierce assassins; surely, supporting him would be no problem.

Tang Yan’s extended hand awkwardly retracted in front of Zhan Qipei.

“I’ll support him, he isn’t heavy.”

Not heavy… These words made Zhan Qipei feel underestimated by Qiao Jing.

He resolved in his heart that one day, he would make Qiao Jing feel his weight, a weight unbearable.

The houses in Autumn Water Village were sparsely situated, and there was no inn nearby; her house was the closest.

Due to Zhan Qipei’s condition, Qiao Jing decided to first take him to her own home.

Throughout the journey, Zhan Qipei kept his eyes open, watching hazily, feeling increasingly familiar and also confirming his guess.

Soon, Qiao Jing had guided Zhan Qipei to the bed.

Qiao Jing opened the cabinet, took out a medical kit, began sterilizing, then put on a clean white coat and approached the bed.

As a doctor, Qiao Jing faced a blood-covered patient and didn’t think of the differences between a man and a woman, so like before, she began by unbuckling the man’s belt.

“Click—” The sound was especially crisp in the room.

Tang Yan stared, his eyes wide as could be.

Underneath Zhan Qipei’s tense expression was an almost overflowing delight.

This was the feeling!

Exactly the same!

Next, she was going to pull down his pants.

As Zhan Qipei was thinking this, Qiao Jing’s hand had already touched his pants.

Down—

Pull.

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