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And now he made such a deep hole in their house, let alone Yu Xi, even Yu Xi's father Yu Simiao felt the seriousness of the matter.

If Elder Zhai and Erye Zhai of the Tianxing Group knew, they would definitely be held accountable!

What's more terrible is that Zhai Yunsheng didn't take his injury seriously. Not only did he refuse to go to the hospital, he continued to run and toss in the gym.

Yu Xi was about to cry, for fear that Zhai Yunsheng would suddenly faint!

But now he and Zhai Yunsheng's bodyguards couldn't persuade Zhai Yunsheng, there was really no way that Yu Xi thought of Jian Yiling.

He didn't know if Jian Yiling could help, he could only use the dead horse as a living horse doctor.

After listening to Yu Xi's explanation, Jian Yiling immediately got up and went out.

As he walked, he asked Yu Xi: "How deep is the wound, what is the amount of bleeding, and has it been disinfected?"

Because just next door, Jian Yiling trot all the way, only five minutes before Yu Xi and Zhai Yunsheng appeared.

There is a special gym in Yuzhai, which is equipped with equipment comparable to professional gyms.

Zhai Yunsheng and the others were here at this time.

As Jian Yiling trot all the way, panting, her face flushed.

She stood at the door, looking at the man who was running on the treadmill recklessly.

Because of the heating equipment in the room and sweating during exercise, Zhai Yunsheng did not wear a pair of sports field pants.

On weekdays, Zhai Yunsheng looks quite thin in clothes.

But now, looking at the upper body, the lines are distinct, the texture is clear, and every muscle fits tightly to his body.

It looks neither thin nor exaggerated.

On the upper arm of his right hand, a circle of gauze was wrapped, blood oozing out of it, and the gauze dyed red.

Jian Yiling stood at the door looking at Zhai Yunsheng.

Zhai Yunsheng also turned to look at Jian Yiling.

Four eyes face each other.

No one spoke, and just stared at each other for a minute.

In the end, Zhai Yunsheng reluctantly gave in, got off the treadmill, picked up the towel next to him, and wiped the sweat off his body casually.

Then put on the clothes held by the bodyguard next to him.

Then he sat on the sofa next to him, lazily.

He didn't care about the wound on his arm.

Jian Yiling came over, and she knew that Zhai Yunsheng didn't care about his life or death.

He has never cherished his body. If the Zhai family hadn't been watching and guarding, he might have played with himself a long time ago.

Thinking of his final possible ending, Jian Yiling felt a sense of powerlessness.

She didn't want him to die, but she didn't know if she could change his fate.

Because now, she doesn't even know if her destiny can be changed.

Zhai Yunsheng looked at the expression on Jian Yiling's face, inexplicably irritable: "He just hurt his arm and can't die. Why frown, at a young age, what frowns?"

Jian Yiling stepped forward, his expression still serious.

She glanced at the bodyguard next to her: "Get a hot and humid towel, a dry towel, and a clean sweatshirt."

Since the medicine kit has just been used, it is next to it, so there is no need to fetch it.

When Zhai Yunsheng's bodyguard heard Jian Yiling's instructions, he went straight to do it, without Zhai Yunsheng speaking.

Jian Yiling knelt on the sofa, only 30 centimeters away from Zhai Yunsheng.

"Take off your clothes." Jian Yiling said.