She fell back to the ground again. Falling the second time, Qin Qiao let out a shout. It f*cking hurt so much.
"Ninth Master, Young Master Qin's waist was injured when he came back from the camp the other time, and he has not recovered yet. I'm afraid it has worsened!"
Uncle Tong said. He was worried about Qin Qiao, so he hurried forward.
Zhan Qing was already angered. However, looking at Qin Qiao's pale face first, he felt his heart ache inexplicably.
'Came back from the camp?' Zhan Qing then remembered that he was the one who had kicked Qin Qiao to the ground that day.
It was just a kick and his waist got injured with that alone. If the team members under him were like that, Fighting Soul camp would have long turned into a hospital.
Qin Qiao was thinking that her tailbone was broken, otherwise, why did it hurt so much?
"Ninth Master, a waist is very important to a man. Why don't we call the family doctor over and have a look?"
Uncle Tong said nervously. It was evident that he was really worried about Qin Qiao.
Qin Qiao held her chest and almost spat out blood in exasperation.
'Uncle Tong, I'm not a man. I don't need to have a good waist and kidney!'
Besides, if the family doctor came, her identity would be exposed.
"Ninth Uncle, Uncle Tong, I'm fine… I'll just rub some ointment later. You don't have to go through the trouble."
Qin Qiao gritted her teeth and wanted to stand up, but it hurt!
Zhan Qing put Candy down and stooped down to pick Qin Qiao up.
He was carrying her again…
"Uncle Tong, bring the medicated wine up. It's a disgrace to call the family doctor over." Zhan Qing carried Qin Qiao and went to the stairs.
Somehow, Qin Qiao felt happy knowing that they were not calling the family doctor in.
But then Ninth Uncle said, "I'll apply the medicated wine on him myself. Useless!"
Qin Qiao blinked and looked at Ninth Uncle. 'You're going to apply medicine for me…'
'Didn't that mean you would be taking off…
'Then see my…'
Zhan Qing kicked the door of Qin Qiao's room open and threw her head down on the bed. He let her lie on her stomach.
Qin Qiao was wearing a loose black short sleeves shirt and grey sweatpants. She would normally dress like that at home.
Qin Qiao grabbed Zhan Qing's hand. "Ninth Uncle, I can do it myself, you don't have to do it. It doesn't hurt anymore…"
Qin Qiao tightly held Zhan Qing's hand and turned her head sideways to look at him. She had a pitiful gaze on her face.
She could not let Ninth Uncle help her. One was because of the risk of exposing herself, the other was that it was f*cking humiliating.
"Hands off!" Zhan Qing looked at the fair hands on top of his hand.
Qin Qiao's hands were delicate and fair.
Looking at such hands, it did not look like a boy's hands. Even a girl's hand would not be so delicate and fair.
Zhan Qing held Qin Qiao's hands with a great force.
Qin Qiao felt pent-up. She would have struggled free if she did not need to worry about exposing herself. How could she let Ninth Uncle catch her like this?
He could easily grab Qin Qiao hands with just one hand.
Qin Qiao buried her face into the blanket, clenching her teeth in anger and saying in her heart, "Zhan Qing, this isn't over…"
Zhan Qing's gloomy eyes narrowed slightly.
At this time, Uncle Tong came in. Zhan Qing did not know what he was doing and turned sideways, blocking Qin Qiao.
"Put it on the table and you can leave, Uncle Tong!"
Zhan Qing's voice was hoarse when he said that.
Uncle Tong put it down and left.
Zhan Qing released Qin Qiao's hands. "Lie down and don't move."
With cold eyes, Zhan Qing saw that Qin Qiao's hand was going to grab the waist of her pants and he raised his hand and hit her, saying, "Don't move!"
Zhan Qing told her not to move twice and even hit her.