Lord, give up! Madam has too many vests

Chapter 339 1 life for 1 life

In the days that followed, Yunhu Villa was shrouded in an atmosphere of both anticipation and trepidation.

Every morning, Madam Qin would stand in front of the French windows, her gaze unconsciously drifting towards the manor gate.

Her fingers unconsciously rubbed the rim of the teacup, completely unaware until the black tea had cooled down.

"Mom, don't worry too much."

Yan Lan gently held her mother-in-law's slightly trembling hand, which felt icy cold to the touch. "A-Shi just underwent major surgery and needs rest now."

Madam Qin sighed, the fine lines at the corners of her eyes particularly noticeable in the morning light: "I know... but..."

“According to my estimate,” Yan Lan’s voice was gentle but firm, “it will take at least a month for him to recover to the point where he can move around.”

The sycamore trees outside the window rustled, and a withered yellow leaf twirled and fell. Yan Lan's gaze followed the falling leaf, but her thoughts drifted far away.

She had to make the most of every minute of this month.

She needed to investigate the clues about the prison network, be wary of the Liu family's actions, and also... She looked down at her swollen belly, where two little lives were growing steadily.

This time, she will never let anyone hurt her family again.

“Lanlan,” Madam Qin suddenly spoke, her voice brimming with a long-lost vitality, “You’re right. We should get ready and wait for A-Shi to return…”

A determined light shone in her eyes, as if a certain life force had been injected into her body in an instant.

Yan Lan smiled and nodded; the calm before the storm is always especially precious.

Consciousness, like an anchor sinking into the deep sea, is slowly pulled up.

When Qin Shi opened his eyes, the stark white light pierced his pupils, and he vaguely saw the afterimage of a helicopter rotor spinning on the ceiling.

Fragments of memory suddenly pierced my nerves—the driver wearing sunglasses, the prison net ring reflecting light on his knuckles, and the gun the other person suddenly pulled from under the control stick.

In the cabin, which was less than three square meters in size, they tore at each other like two trapped beasts, blue sparks flying from the instrument panel during their struggle.

As he crushed the other man's throat, the helicopter continued to plummet.

Cold sweat soaked through his hospital gown. Qin Shi noticed his fingers twitching unconsciously, as if he were still gripping a non-existent control lever.

Just as he managed to steady the aircraft, cold metal suddenly pressed against the back of his neck. "You're still the same as before."

“D.” As he uttered the code name, a metallic taste rose in his throat.

The instant the gunshot rang in his ears, he instinctively turned his head—a movement that caused the out-of-control helicopter to plummet.

"woke up?"

Qin Shi suddenly tried to get up, but found that his spine felt like it had been stripped of its support.

The woman by the hospital bed looked at him.

"Don't worry, your family is all fine, especially your wife."

Qin Shi's pupils suddenly contracted, and the electrocardiogram on the monitor instantly accelerated.

"You are not allowed to harm my family, or else—"

His vocal cords sounded like they had been sanded.

D suddenly pressed a fruit knife against his carotid artery.

"Otherwise what? Can you evade my second assassination attempt now?"

As she leaned forward, the shadow of her hair fell perfectly obscured his eyes, creating a posture that appeared both ambiguous and dangerous.

"You don't even have the strength to clench your fist."

Qin Shi leaned lazily against the hospital bed, his pale face bearing a nonchalant smile.

The sharp tip of the knife was pressed against his throat, gleaming coldly in the lamplight, yet he didn't even flinch.

“The secrets of the prison network,” he coughed lightly, his voice hoarse yet carrying a chilling composure, “I’ve kept them in my email. If you don’t log in for a month…” A dangerous smile played on his lips, “your real identities will appear in the email accounts of security agencies in various countries.”

The woman in black's hand trembled almost imperceptibly. The tip of the knife drew a thin line of blood on Qin Shi's neck, and a bead of bright red blood slowly slid down his pale skin.

"Over the years, you've killed so many people..." Qin Shi chuckled, but his eyes were as cold as ice. "Guess how many people are waiting to take your lives?"

The air in the ward seemed to freeze.

The woman in black stared intently at Qin Shi, her pupils contracting sharply beneath her mask. She suddenly realized that this seemingly weak man was the true hunter.

"You..." Her voice trembled for the first time.

Qin Shi slowly raised his bandaged hand and gently pushed away the blade at his throat.

His movements were slow, yet they carried an irresistible force.

"Now, we can talk."

D suddenly threw the fruit knife to the ground, the metal making a crisp sound as it struck the ground.

Her tone carried an unusual annoyance:

"If I hadn't been soft-hearted at the time, your head would have been blown to bits! For you, I broke my record of never missing a shot."

Qin Shi leaned against the headboard, a faint, cold smile playing on his pale lips.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled shadows on his face.

“I survived because I’m lucky.” His voice was hoarse, but his gaze was sharp as a knife. “And the doctor who operated on me.”

D's steps suddenly stopped.

In the instant the helicopter exploded, in the moment of flames soaring into the sky, there was indeed a fraction of a second of hesitation—it was this brief hesitation that allowed Qin Shi to seize the opportunity to survive.

Although the bullet avoided a vital organ, it still pierced his chest.

"Heh." D suddenly sneered, "You're just as annoying as that doctor."

Qin Shi's fingers unconsciously clenched the bedsheet, his knuckles turning white from the force. His voice was deep and hoarse, yet carried an undeniable sharpness:

"Who saved me?"

D stood by the window, her black leather gloves gently rubbing the window frame. Sunlight filtered through her shadow, casting a long, slender shadow on the floor.

“One called Ghost Doctor,” she answered casually, a playful smile curving her red lips beneath the black mask.

Ghost doctor.

These two words were like a sharp dagger, piercing Qin Shi's heart. His pupils suddenly contracted, and a sharp pain shot through his chest—he didn't know if it was from a wound or something else.

He suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty: "Speak, what is your purpose in sparing my life?"

D chuckled softly, her black trench coat tracing an elegant arc in the air as she turned. She walked slowly to the bedside, looking down at Qin Shi.

"What do you think?" Her voice held a dangerous sweetness. "For the sake of our past...friendship?"

Qin Shi sneered, a mocking expression appearing on his pale face. Sunlight shone on his sharply defined features, outlining a cold, hard line.

“You never do a losing business.” He looked directly into D’s eyes.

D suddenly leaned down, his black gloves gently brushing against the bandage on Qin Shi's chest.

Her movements were very light, yet they made Qin Shi tense all over.

"Clever," she whispered, her breath carrying a faint scent of perfume. "I'll trade your life for someone else's."

Qin Shi's eyes suddenly turned cold.

"I reject."

Two words, spoken with resounding force.

D, instead of getting angry, laughed and whispered in Qin Shi's ear, "You think... you had a choice?"

Her voice was as soft as a viper's tongue:

"Don't forget, your life and the lives of your family are still in my hands."