After Qiao Qing made this statement, she walked right past him.
The check got stuck against the man's chest, then it slowly fell into his hand.
After being stunned for a long time, he finally realized what Qiao Qing had said.
Just as he was about to laugh at how this high schooler tried to play cool, he froze when he looked at the piece of paper in his hand.
The piece of paper wasn't just paper filled with doodles. It was a real check issued and authorized by the bank.
Every detail she filled out was correct and valid.
She actually wrote him a $1,000,000,000RMB check!
A high school student?
Then, he remembered what she said and his face turned black. This girl cold-shouldered his third brother?
Or was she letting him off right now in order to catch him later?
He was just about to turn around and ask for more details when he found that she had disappeared.
When Qiao Qing was about to get home, a black Audi suddenly pulled over.
Qi Feng rolled down the window and asked in a fluster, "Ms. Qiao, the Sect leader had been shot and needs immediate medical help. Please come with me."
Qiao Qing frowned, "Why was he hit? Why didn't you find a doctor?"
Qi Feng didn't answer her first ask and merely said, "The leader refused. He insisted on going back to the Jing Sect and he kept on shouting Ms. Qiao's name."
Qiao Qing sighed and then pulled open the door, "Let's go."
The car drove all the way to the Jing Sect. After Qiao Qing got off the car, she followed the familiar route and came to Feng Heng's room.
When she saw the man lying there with a pale face, her heart dropped.
The hands that were in her pockets subconsciously pulled out. She quickened her steps.
Qi Feng brought over the medical kit right away and placed it by Qiao Qing.
Then, he left the room and closed the door behind him.
After all that, he swept the sweat off his forehead.
As expected, only Ms. Qiao can deal with the Sect Leader's capricious personality.
Based on how the wound looked, Qiao Qing knew right away that the bullet hadn't been removed. After she organized the different medical tools, she began to unbutton his shirt.
However, when her hand touched his collar, it was slapped away, "Scram! I want Qingqing!"
Qiao Qing's bottom lip quivered. "It's me."
When he heard her voice, Feng Heng opened his eyes wide.
Then, he held onto her hand and said, "I'm sorry, Qingqing. I didn't know. Did I hurt you?"
Qiao Qing ignored him and took back her hand. She then went to unbutton his shirt.
As she worked her way down, she said calmly, "Why did you get shot? Why didn't you find a doctor?"
Feng Heng gently coughed. His face reddened a little, "I was a little distracted. Plus, I don't want other people to see my body."
Qiao Qing's fingers paused. Then, she moved on as if nothing happened.
Expressionlessly, she began to clean, disinfect, and numb... only when she was about to pull out the bullet did she say, "Endure this."
Though she had warned him, Feng Heng couldn't help but muffle a cry.
When she began to apply medicine, Feng Heng asked with a white face, "The seventh young master of the Jun clan is not a kind man. Can you handle him? If you can't, I can help you deal with him."
Qiao Qing answered, "There's no need. If he has the ability to get that Jun Yexuan away from me, then I will need to thank him."
Feng Heng's eyes brightened upon those words, "So that means, you don't like Jun Yexuan. Is that right?"
Qiao Qing's tone was formal, "Feng Heng, it doesn't matter if I like him or not. You and I are just friends."
The look in Feng Heng's eyes darkened. Next, that bright voice of his ensued, "I'm good as long as you don't like him. That means I still have a chance."
Qiao Qing sighed and no longer argued against him on this topic. "Can you sit up?"
"Of course." The corner of Feng Heng's lips curled up. He then used his arms to push himself to a sitting position.
Qiao Qing took off his dress shirt. Her arms went around his shoulders as she began to wrap bandages around him.
Just then, someone knocked.