Was it because Ren Qiqi had been too rough with her earlier?

But this girl didn’t seem like someone so petty.

Zhen Jiu’er didn’t answer Lu Beicheng’s question—or rather, she simply had no energy left to answer.

She was so tired.

The anesthetic still hadn’t fully worn off, and her mind remained hazy. But about certain matters, she was perfectly clear.

Qiaoqiao looked at Lu Beicheng, hesitated, then said: “Ninth Master, Ren Qiqi gave Jiu’er an injection, didn’t she?”

Lu Beicheng’s heart immediately tightened: “Something wrong with that injection?”

“What she gave Jiu’er was…”

“Just… let her leave.” Zhen Jiu’er bit her lip, struggling to open her eyes.

But Lu Beicheng seemed to have understood already, his sharp gaze fixing on Qiaoqiao: “Explain clearly, or the Qiao family name will pay the price alongside you!”

Qiaoqiao was so frightened she nearly collapsed.

What did any of this have to do with her? Let alone the entire Qiao family name!

No wonder people said Ninth Master’s methods were ruthless and his killing decisive—it was true after all!

She and her family were completely innocent, weren’t they?

“Jiu—Jiu’er was injured, she was bleeding, so she needed… needed an anti-inflammatory shot, but Jiu’er’s wound was bleeding so fast it wouldn’t… wouldn’t stop. No, no, no, it’s stopped now, I mean, just a moment ago it wouldn’t…”

“What injection did Ren Qiqi give her?” Lu Beicheng’s gaze alone was enough to frighten someone to death.

Qiaoqiao glanced at Jiu’er.

Jiu’er said nothing.

There was no need to cover for Ren Qiqi on this matter—she just knew this kind of thing was enough to ruin a doctor’s entire career.

Still, Ren Qiqi had brought this upon herself.

Jiu’er was somewhat soft-hearted, but not soft-hearted enough to become a saint.

She wasn’t going to bother anymore.

So Qiaoqiao quickly said: “She gave her a blood-circulation-promoting injection.”

“What did you say?” A flash of murderous intent immediately crossed Lu Beicheng’s eyes.

Qiaoqiao nearly died from that flash of killing intent alone!

Trembling, she explained: “It—it won’t kill anyone, the dosage wasn’t large, but it—it would interfere with the wound’s healing, it would—would cause the patient more suffering…”

“After she gave you the shot, you became lucid enough to realize what it was, didn’t you?” Lu Beicheng looked at Zhen Jiu’er.

No wonder the moment she’d regained a bit of consciousness, she’d told Ren Qiqi to get out.

She had known Ren Qiqi meant her harm, yet she had only told her to leave.

“Being too soft-hearted does you no good.” Though Lu Beicheng’s eyes were full of reproach, his tone wasn’t particularly cold.

If anything, there was a note of helplessness in it.

This girl really was… someone who made his heart ache.

“Old Ji.” Lu Beicheng pulled the blanket over Jiu’er, then called out toward the entrance: “Bring Ren Qiqi here.”

Ji Mingyu had already heard the whole story clearly and was now equally full of resentment. He personally dragged Ren Qiqi out of her bed and hauled her the whole way to Lu Beicheng.

Ren Qiqi had actually wanted to flee long ago; the more she thought about it, the more panicked she became.

Who could have known that damned Zhen Jiu’er was so sharp—her injection had barely gone in before Zhen Jiu’er noticed something wrong.

Injured like that, and dazed from the anesthetic besides, and she’d still managed to notice—it was almost uncanny.

Even hating Zhen Jiu’er to the bone, Ren Qiqi had to admit this vile woman’s medical skill was frighteningly, almost awe-inspiringly good.

“Ninth Master…”

“Old Ji, call the police!” Lu Beicheng looked at her coldly.

“Ninth Master, no!”

Ren Qiqi’s legs gave out from fright and she dropped to her knees before him with a thud. “Ninth Master, no! I beg you! I didn’t do anything, I really didn’t do anything! Don’t call the police, I beg you!”