Top Soldier Pursued by a Beauty

Zhao Dong was shocked. In the hospital ward, Zhao Qirou was continuously vomiting blood, the bright red stains dyeing the entire floor!

The heart rate monitor by the bedside was emitting shrill, piercing beeps. Her heartbeat was extremely unstable, already on the verge of collapse!

"Qirou!"

Zhao Dong's mind went blank with a thunderous roar!

He ran toward Zhao Qirou like a madman, shoving the doctors out of his way.

The doctors were immediately displeased. "What are you doing? Get out of the way!"

Zhao Dong ignored them, squatting beside Zhao Qirou and grabbing her wrist!

His whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Why? Why has Zhao Qirou gotten this bad? I was only gone for a moment!

A doctor beside him sighed. "Young man, we can understand how you feel, but some things are beyond our control. The patient's kidneys have failed, likely a postoperative complication, and she is suffering from massive internal hemorrhaging. There's no point in resuscitating her."

Everyone in the ward fell silent. Zhao Qirou's body trembled slightly, and her eyes closed completely.

At that moment, the heart rate monitor behind her flatlined.

A deathly silence fell. The next second, Wang Xiulian's eyes rolled back and she fainted.

Zhao Dong's eyes turned blood-red in an instant. "She was just fine! Why is this happening?!"

The doctors sighed and tried to pull Zhao Dong away, but he shoved them all aside.

Just then, a female doctor walked into the ward.

The doctors immediately turned and greeted her respectfully. "Doctor Ding!"

Seeing the scene before her, the woman was stunned for a moment before exclaiming in surprise, "Zhao Dong?"

Zhao Dong looked over with bloodshot eyes. It was Ding Lan.

Ding Lan understood the situation in an instant. She glanced at Zhao Qirou on the bed and said hesitantly, "This is your…"

"This is my sister! Why was she perfectly fine before? I was only gone for a moment, and she…"

Zhao Dong mumbled as if he had lost his soul. Ding Lan turned slightly pale, involuntarily biting her lip.

A few seconds later, Ding Lan regained her composure. "Zhao Dong, the patient no longer has vital signs. You need to let her go."

Zhao Dong roared, "Bullshit! All of you, get out!"

Everyone was stunned. Even Ding Lan furrowed her brow. "Zhao Dong, be rational. This is a hospital, not a marketplace!"

"I am being rational! All of you, get out now! I have a way to save my sister!"

Ding Lan couldn't help but let out a frustrated laugh. "Zhao Dong, are you insane? The patient has no vital signs! Do I need to repeat myself? She's dead!"

Zhao Dong stood up abruptly, his gaze fixed coldly on Ding Lan. "I said she's not dead, so she's not dead! Now, all of you, get out immediately!"

"You…"

Ding Lan was frightened by Zhao Dong's icy glare. Having not seen him for years, she never expected the man before her could harbor such a terrifying hostility!

The doctors looked on helplessly. "Doctor Ding, this…"

Ding Lan stared deeply into Zhao Dong's eyes, then turned to the other doctors. "Let's all step outside. Give him some time alone."

"Doctor Ding, that's against regulations…"

"Did you not understand what I said?"

Ding Lan's tone turned cold. The doctors exchanged glances, then sighed and filed out of the room.

Wang Xiulian and Zhao Kangming were also carried out. Looking at Zhao Dong, Ding Lan sighed softly. "Zhao Dong, the dead can't be brought back to life. You're a grown man; you need to learn to control your emotions."

Zhao Dong spoke in a low voice, "I know. Thank you. Also, please get me a set of silver needles."

"Silver needles?!"

Ding Lan was taken aback, puzzled, and wanted to say more. But seeing the look in Zhao Dong's eyes, she bit her lip and asked no further questions. She retrieved a set of silver needles for him and walked out.

The door closed. Zhao Dong took a deep breath and immediately channeled the Spiritual Energy within his body.

He sliced his own wrist, and a sharp cut appeared instantly!

Blood began to flow.

Without a word, Zhao Dong brought his wrist to Zhao Qirou's mouth, letting his blood drip onto her lips.

At that moment, a miracle occurred. A faint blush began to spread across Zhao Qirou's pale cheeks!

As the blood dripped into Zhao Qirou's mouth, slowly, the heart rate monitor began to flicker to life again!

This was all because of Zhao Dong's blood!

His constitution was one in a million, a great rarity among Cultivators, making his blood essence extremely precious.

Infused with Spiritual Energy, his blood was a divine medicine!

He had leukemia, which should have made this impossible. However, every drop of his blood had been refined by Spiritual Energy, making it pure enough for Zhao Qirou to absorb.

Soon, Zhao Dong's complexion turned pale, as losing so much blood took a toll on his body.

Finally, Zhao Dong pulled back his wrist and casually wrapped it with a bandage.

With a flick of his other wrist, a set of silver needles appeared in his hand like a stream of light!

With a mere thought, the silver needles seemed to come alive, moving with his will!

"Pierce!"

With a low command, the silver needles scattered like falling blossoms, landing precisely on Zhao Qirou's body.

Zhao Qirou's fingertips trembled slightly, and her breathing gradually stabilized…

Having done all this, Zhao Dong collapsed onto a nearby hospital bed.

He was very weak. The blood loss had already drained him, and performing the Rejuvenation Needle technique left him utterly exhausted.

Outside, everyone had been waiting for about half an hour. Ding Lan was growing anxious. Why hasn't Zhao Dong come out yet?

A doctor asked, "Doctor Ding, why did you take silver needles in there just now?"

Ding Lan bit her lip. "Zhao Dong said he needed them."

The doctors glanced at each other, their faces etched with disbelief.

"He uses silver needles? What a joke! We don't even know how to use them. The director himself only knows the basics, yet he claims he can use them?"

"He's just making a spectacle of himself! Who knows what he's really doing in there. Doctor Ding, we should go in!"

Ding Lan hesitated. She didn't believe Zhao Dong could practice medicine, much less use silver needles. Those capable of saving lives with silver needles were almost all legendary masters, renowned and illustrious doctors. Across all of China, there were very few such people.

How could Zhao Dong possibly know how?

Ding Lan figured Zhao Dong was just in shock, trying a desperate measure he'd seen on TV—treating a dead horse as if it were a live one. But this was completely unacceptable. She had already bent the rules for him. She had hoped he would calm down, not act so recklessly.

Thinking this, Ding Lan clenched her teeth. "Let's go in and have a look!" she said, pushing the door open.

When she saw the scene inside, Ding Lan's body shook violently, and she froze on the spot.

The doctors behind her all stared blankly, as if they were struck dumb!

In the hospital room, Zhao Qirou was sitting meekly beside Zhao Dong, her head resting on his shoulder.

Zhao Dong was gently feeding her porridge. Zhao Qirou looked beautiful at this moment; her long black hair was scattered, creating a stark contrast with her fair complexion, and a serene smile graced her lips.

They all thought their eyes were deceiving them.

Ding Lan rubbed her eyes, her voice trembling slightly. "Is this… is this real?"

Zhao Dong glanced at the group at the door, then gently patted Zhao Qirou's head before walking toward them.

"She's fine now. Let's talk outside. My sister needs to rest."

Zhao Dong's words were like commands, and the doctors all found themselves walking out involuntarily.

Ding Lan stiffened slightly, her mouth open as if to speak, but she hesitated. She followed them outside, closing the door behind her.

Ding Lan took several deep breaths, trying desperately to contain her shock. Finally, with a tremor in her voice, she asked, "Zhao Dong… what exactly happened here?"

"What do you mean, what happened?"

"Your sister was clearly… How did you save her?"

Zhao Dong glanced at Ding Lan. "It's a secret."

"A secret?"

Ding Lan was speechless, her eyes flickering with a complex mix of doubt and hesitation. "You… you really know medicine?"

"It's not that big a deal. So what if I know a little?"

The corners of Ding Lan's mouth twitched. The medical skills she prided herself on were something Zhao Dong simply dismissed. For a moment, she felt a sour pang in her heart.

If Zhao Dong's medical skills are really this incredible, his future is boundless! Breaking up with him… doesn't that make me a complete idiot?

Ding Lan wanted to say more, but Zhao Dong had already turned to look at Wang Xiulian and Zhao Kangming.

"Aunt, Uncle, from now on, you must stay in this room at all times. Remember that! Do not leave for even a moment! I'll explain everything to you later."

After speaking, Zhao Dong left the hospital room, carrying the water cup that had been on Zhao Qirou's bedside table. His expression was terrifyingly grim.

Leaving the hospital, Zhao Dong called Jiang Nianyu. The call connected instantly.

Jiang Nianyu's seductive laugh came through the phone. "Well, well, what made you think of calling me? Did you miss me?"

Zhao Dong touched his nose. "I need to ask you something."

"What is it?"

"Do you know where Zhang Ze lives?"

There was a pause on the other end. "Zhang Ze? As in, Zhang Ze from the Zhang Family?"

"Yes."

"What do you want with him?"

"I have some business with him. Just tell me."

After a moment of silence, she gave him an address. Zhao Dong said thanks, hung up, and hailed a cab.

A murderous glint appeared in his eyes. To think someone would poison Qirou so viciously… I can't let this stand! My gut tells me Zhou Yu is there.

He left the Porsche he had commandeered at the hospital; driving it would inevitably get him traced.

A short while later, Zhao Dong arrived at the seaside, where a villa stood not far from the shore.

Looking at the villa, Zhao Dong's eyes turned icy. That's where Zhang Ze lives!

With a cigarette dangling from his lips, Zhao Dong walked toward the villa. Just as he reached the front door, a sharp voice barked out.

"Stop right there! Who are you?!"