Although the Rong family is a wealthy family that has been passed down from generation to generation, it is not that easy to be the head of a family because of its great business.
Especially since the Rong family didn't know when they were infected with that genetic virus.
Forget about the side branches, it became very difficult for the heirs of the direct branches, which led to the fact that when the news reached Rong Jiuci, he had no brothers at all to help him.
More importantly, the Rong family cannot stand still if they want to continue their former glory.
For the glory of the Rong family for generations, Rong Jiuci has gone through so much. He has truly emerged from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
For a person like him, even if someone suddenly lay dead in front of him, he wouldn't be able to get a sideways glance. But when he saw the wound on Murong Rong's arm, he felt extremely ferocious and his heart skipped a beat.
Rong Jiuci's expression turned extremely ugly for a moment, and he suddenly felt that just letting the police take away the red ghost would be too easy for them.
He should let the shadow take the red ghost back to Fanlou and let him try all the 108 tortures in Fanlou.
Under Rong Jiuci's increasingly deep breath and cold eyes, the doctor only felt that the pressure was great. What was originally the simplest suturing became extremely difficult.
His hand shook, and the suture needle penetrated into the flesh on the side.
Rong Jiuci frowned and said in a cold voice: "What are you doing? Does your hand still shake after such a simple suture?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." The doctor apologized, sweating profusely, and his usually steady hands were shaking even more.
It is absolutely impossible for him to complete the next stitching in this state.
Rong Jiuci's expression became even more ugly. He looked at the nurse beside him: "Go and get your director..."
"Please ask Mr. Rong to go out and rest for a while." Murong Rong interrupted Rong Jiuci's next words and saw Rong Jiuci frowning and looking at her displeased.
However, Murong Rong still insisted that if Rong Jiuci stayed any longer, the doctors would not be able to suture him.
So she said: "I'm hungry, Jiuci, can you buy me some food?"
Rong Jiuci frowned and looked at Murong Rong.
Murong Rong covered his stomach with a pitiful look on his face: "I'm really hungry, please."
Rong Jiuci looked at Murong Rong for a long time, and finally left the emergency room.
With Rong Jiuci leaving, the pressure in the emergency room dropped sharply, and the condensed atmosphere became gentle.
The doctor breathed a sigh of relief, and then felt his back soaked with cold sweat.
Murong Rong was very embarrassed: "I was sorry just now."
How could the doctor dare to accept Murong Rong's apology? He immediately said: "Miss Mu, you are too polite." After a pause, he said again: "This is really not surly Mr. Rong. I have seen too little of the world. Speaking of which,
, this time I have to thank Mr. Rong. The next time I encounter this kind of situation, my quality will definitely be first-rate."
Murong Rong couldn't help but smile.
With her smile, the atmosphere in the emergency room suddenly relaxed.
The doctor was not that nervous. After re-sterilizing the suture needle, he began to suture Murong Rong's wound.
Since the doctor applied anesthesia in advance, Murong Rong did not feel any pain.
The wound was sutured quickly.
The doctor gave Murong Rong medicine again, gave some precautions, and then personally sent Murong Rong out.
When Murong Rong came out, Rong Jiuci was leaning against the wall at the door of the emergency room.
The light poured down from the roof of the corridor and fell on his body, casting a slender figure.
He was on the phone and spoke fluent French, so she couldn't understand what he was saying.
He held a cigarette between his fingers, and the smoke curled up, covering his handsome face, making his brows look even colder.
At this time, Rong Jiuci's whole body was filled with alienation, as if he were a high-ranking god. He was also very similar to the way he looked when she first met Rong Jiuci.
Murong Rong couldn't help but pause in her steps.
I don't know why, but at this moment, she didn't dare to get close.
Suddenly Rong Jiuci looked over. When he saw Murong Rong, he spoke a few words to the other end of the phone, hung up the phone, and put out the cigarette in his hand in the ashtray on the trash can.
He strode up to Murong Rong: "How's it going?"
"The wound has been treated and the doctor said it's nothing serious. It just needs to be rested for a while."
Although Murong Rong said this, Rong Jiuci still looked her up and down, and then he felt relieved after making sure that there was nothing else going on.
He frowned at her and said, "Since it's okay, why didn't you just walk over?"
"I..." Murong Rong couldn't describe her mood at that moment, so she made an excuse: "I, I was thinking about something, I haven't paid attention to it yet."
"It's time for you to think about it carefully. You need to think clearly about your own strength, and you should also understand that you should not show off your strength in everything."
"I'm not trying to be brave."
"If you don't show up, will you be kidnapped by the red ghost? How can your arm be injured like this?" Rong Jiuci became even more angry when he thought of what he saw through the surveillance video of what happened in the bridal shop.
He knocked Murong Rong on the head and was so angry: "Can you tell me how on earth you did such a stupid thing?"
Murong Rong couldn't help but said: "This is not a stupid thing. I really can't hide with peace of mind. I...Rong Jiuci, I just don't want to look at dead people anymore."
Rong Jiuci looked at Murong Rong who didn't think she had done anything wrong, and suddenly reached out to hold her wound.
At this time, the anesthetic effect on Murong Rong's wound had begun to wear off. Rong Jiuci held it so hard that he immediately let out a cry of pain.
"Rong Jiuci! What are you doing! It hurts so much!"
Rong Jiuci didn't feel any guilt at all. His face was tense and he said coldly: "It's okay if you know it hurts. I won't be so impulsive next time."
His words were cold and ruthless, but the movements of his hands had softened. He kept staring at the wound on her arm, with an expression of distress that even he himself was not aware of.
It seemed that something wasn't right about Rong Jiuci ever since he saw the wound on her arm just now.
Thinking of these, the anger in Murong Rong's heart disappeared instantly.
She hugged Rong Jiuci and whispered: "I'm sorry, it's my fault today. I promise I won't be so impulsive in the future."
"Oh, how much credibility do you think your words have in my mind?" After a pause, Rong Jiuci added: "Also, this is not how you say an apology. You must always show some sincerity?"
Murong Rong blinked: "What sincerity?"
"Call husband."
Murong Rong never expected that Rong Jiuci would suddenly bring it up again, and her face instantly turned red.
"What...it's getting late. Let's go back to Rong's house quickly. I miss Chen Chen very much already."
With that said, he turned around and left.
Rong Jiuci grabbed Murong Rong's hand and refused to let go: "You are not allowed to leave until you complete your apology. You are not allowed to go to Rong's house to see Chen Chen."
He looked at Murong Rong with burning eyes: "You are right, I am threatening you now."