Di Shilun rushed in quickly, and the bloody scene in front of him made his heart tighten.
Lin Kexin was seen lying naked on the bathroom floor. She had made a long gash on her left arm with a fruit knife, and blood had flowed all over the floor.
"Are you crazy!?" Di Shilun snatched the fruit knife from her hand and shouted at Chen's mother: "Get the first aid kit!"
Lin Kexin didn't seem to take the blood flowing out seriously. Instead, she picked up a small black chip from the ground and threw it into Di Shilun's face: "Despicable..."
Di Shilun suddenly realized that the last time this woman was injured in the hospital, he asked the surgeon to implant a small chip for listening devices into her arm.
It seems that she did not intend to commit suicide this time, but discovered the secret in her arm, so she opened her arm and dug out the chip.
Thinking of this, Di Shilun's eyes changed when he looked at her. She actually did it without anesthesia. This level of courage and endurance is beyond comparison...
What kind of woman was she? He was caught off guard at every turn.
Fortunately, the artery was not pierced, otherwise he would have been disabled for life even if he had not died.
After Di Shilun wrapped her in a bath towel, he carried her to the sofa, opened the first aid kit, applied medicine to her and bandaged her wounds.
The weak Lin Kexin watched him concentrate on bandaging her, without resisting or saying a word, she just sat there and let him be busy.
Because she has ignored his existence...
Although Di Shilun came from a noble family, he had been exposed to many life-and-death situations at the edge of a knife. Because of this, both the black and white circles gave him face, so he was also good at treating wounds.
After he carefully bandaged Lin Kexin's wound, tightened it tightly, tied a beautiful bow, raised his head and asked, "How is it?"
how?
Although it is only two short words, it is full of concern. These two words came from the mouth of the ruthless Emperor Shilun. How precious is that?
He never cares about people casually...
But in Lin Kexin's eyes, his concern seemed worthless: "Mr. Di, don't worry, I won't die yet. You will have many opportunities to torture and humiliate me in the future, but I'm used to it..."
"You—" Di Shilun stood up angrily, stared at her fiercely for four or five seconds, then slammed the door and left.
Seeing Emperor Shilun slamming the door and leaving, Lin Kexin sneered inexplicably, her mood calm without any waves.
So calm, so calm that she even felt strange...
After Di Shilun walked out of Lin Kexin's room, he happened to meet the personal doctor coming in.
"How is it? Have you contacted the doctor you mentioned?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Di, that doctor has traveled around the world and I haven't been able to contact him for a while. By the way, how is Miss Lin doing now?"
Di Shilun sighed and said: "I am bolder, talk less, and a little sluggish..."
The private doctor thought for a while: "The situation is much better than expected, but if Mr. Di wants Ms. Lin to recover sooner, it is best to take her out to participate in more activities and contact more people. It is best not to put her
Stay alone in the room, otherwise you will easily suffer from depression."
"Activity?" Di Shilun asked loudly, "Uncle He!"
With Di Shilun's current identity and status, people from all walks of life in G City would be the first to think of sending him invitations to any large-scale events or gatherings of celebrities, even though he rarely attended.