Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

Chapter 185: Chapter 178 What Happened to Your Right Hand?
 

The knife flew out and struck Qian Haisheng’s knife-wielding hand with unerring accuracy.

As the knife buried into the back of Qian Haisheng’s hand, he erupted with a piercing scream of agony.

“Ahhhh—”

Although Captain Zhao reacted in the shortest time to such a sudden turn of events, he was still a step slower than the Scorpion Squad, which had coordinated with Qiao Jing before.

After Qiao Jing made her move, they immediately rushed forward, snatched the bomb from Qian Haisheng’s grasp, and swiftly subdued him.

Captain Zhao was the first to reach Qiao Jing’s side, looking at the injured arm of Miss Qiao.

“Miss Qiao, how are you? I’m taking you to the hospital right now!”

Qiao Jing knitted her brows, lifted her arm, and examined the wound, “It’s not serious.”

Having said that, Qiao Jing didn’t waste any time and immediately began to stop the bleeding and bandage herself up roughly.

“Can you manage like this? Shouldn’t we go to the hospital first?”

Towards Qiao Jing, Captain Zhao dared not be negligent.

“Are you doubting my medical skills?” Qiao Jing said this only because she didn’t want to trouble Captain Zhao.

“How could I? How could I?” Captain Zhao frantically waved his hands in denial.

Who would dare question Young Master Jing’s medical expertise?

His concern was purely for the injury Qiao Jing had sustained.

“Alright, I wouldn’t joke about my own body. It’s just a scrape, it’ll be fine in a few days. You should hurry and take the suspect back now, get on with the interrogation.”

Having put it in such a way, if Captain Zhao said anything more, he would indeed be doubting Qiao Jing’s medical skills.

“You few, take him to apprehend Qian Yuang. We can’t let the Qian Family’s people get away!”

“Yes.”

Qian Yuang was lying in the hospital room, incessantly grilling Zhou Fu.

“Mr. Zhou, how much longer before I’m completely healed?”

Having abstained for so long, Qian Yuang found life to be especially empty.

“What’s the rush? Isn’t this the first time I’m treating such a serious condition? Everything is experimental,” Zhou Fu replied impatiently.

Hearing Zhou Fu’s response, Qian Yuang silently twitched the corner of his mouth.

Using him as a testing subject was one thing—everyone knew it, but did Zhou Fu really have to bring it up to his face?

While Qian Yuang was internally complaining, the door to the hospital room was pushed open from the outside, and two uniformed police officers walked in.

“Are you Qian Yuang?”

“I am—but what’s this about?” Qian Yuang asked, bewildered, looking at the two men.

“Your Qian Family is involved in a kidnapping case, and you have injured Professor Qiao. We are here to take you in,” the police officer said formally.

“What?!” Zhou Fu was even more agitated than Qian Yuang.

“My master is injured!”

Shock!!!

Upon hearing Zhou Fu’s words, Qian Yuang’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Zhou Fu’s master was Qiao Jing. And Zhou Fu had just said that Professor Qiao was his master!

So—

“Come with us.”

Stunned, Qian Yuang was escorted away.

It was 8 PM when Qiao Jing returned from the police station.

Upon opening the door, she saw Zhan Qipei sitting on the sofa alone, with a dark expression and an icy aura enveloping him.

“What’s wrong with you?” Qiao Jing frowned in concern. “Who has upset you?”

“You,” Zhan Qipei looked at Qiao Jing with cool and stern eyes, uttering each word softly.

Qiao Jing was taken aback, “Me? I didn’t do anything; how could I have upset you?”

Zhan Qipei’s stern face showed his displeasure, “You didn’t keep your word.”

Qiao Jing thought for a moment and then suddenly remembered.

She had promised to make dumplings today and told him not to eat out.

Glancing at the time, it was already 20:03.

“You haven’t eaten yet?”

With so many things happening today, she had forgotten about it.

“I’ve eaten,”

Zhan Qipei paused, “air.”

Qiao Jing “…”

“Sorry, I went back on my word. Something came up today and delayed me. Why didn’t you call?”

Zhan Qipei’s gaze shifted, landing on Qiao Jing’s pocket.

“You didn’t answer.”

Upon hearing this, Qiao Jing quickly took out her phone.

It had turned off at some point.

“Even so, you shouldn’t have waited until now. You could have eaten something else first to fill your stomach.”

As soon as Qiao Jing finished speaking, she heard the sound of Zhan Qipei’s empty stomach rumbling.

Alright…

It was her fault, after all.

“We won’t have time for dumplings; it’s too late. Let’s cook some noodles,” Qiao Jing suggested as she pulled open the fridge door, naturally reaching for the handle with her right hand.

“Hiss—”

Hearing the noise, Zhan Qipei turned his eyes to look at Qiao Jing.

Qiao Jing glanced at her arm before letting go with her right hand and using her left hand to open the fridge instead.

Not only that, she used her left hand to grab the ingredients as well.

As Qiao Jing turned around after getting the ingredients, she was startled to find Zhan Qipei standing behind her without her noticing.

“What happened to your right hand?” Zhan Qipei’s gaze fell on Qiao Jing’s right hand.

“It’s nothing, just bumped it a little.” Qiao Jing was never the type to make a fuss over such things and didn’t like telling others about them.

“Bumped it? Let me see.” Zhan Qipei reached out to touch Qiao Jing’s arm.

“No need, thank you,” Qiao Jing said, stepping aside and heading to the kitchen.

“Let me see!” Zhan Qipei spun around and grabbed Qiao Jing’s hand.

“Hiss—ummh—”

Zhan Qipei had accidentally grabbed the spot where Qiao Jing was injured, causing her to break out in cold sweat and turn pale from the pain.

Noticing the slight tremor in Qiao Jing’s arm, Zhan Qipei quickly let go, his gaze once again settling on her arm.

The next second, he saw the fabric of Qiao Jing’s sleeve getting redder, the color spreading extensively.

This smear of red greatly shocked Zhan Qipei’s eyes.

She’s bleeding!

Is it that serious?

And yet she downplayed it as a minor bump.

“Let me see!” Zhan Qipei’s brows knitted in distress, his heart nearly twisted in concern.

“I said it’s really nothing,”

Before Qiao Jing could finish speaking, she hear the “zzzip—” sound of a zipper being opened by the man.

Wide open.

It wasn’t that her reaction wasn’t quick enough, but that her right hand was injured and her left hand was holding ingredients.

She had seen the man’s movement just now but was unable to stop him in time.

“Thud—” Qiao Jing dropped the ingredients from her hand and reflexively moved to push the man’s shoulders.

The man, quick with his eyes and hands, caught Qiao Jing’s left hand, speaking in an extremely gentle tone, “Don’t move around. You’re bleeding. Be a good girl; I won’t do anything to you. I just want to help you with your wound.”

The man displayed a beauty refined and elusive as mountains in mist, his gaze and brows filled with immense concern.

He looked as though it wasn’t Qiao Jing who was hurt, but as if his own heart had sustained the injury.

Qiao Jing was momentarily stunned by the man’s demeanor – there was none of his usual domineering air.

It’s not that he wasn’t domineering, rather that his forcefulness was wrapped layer by layer in tenderness, slowly melting away her coldness.

Finally, she accepted the man’s suggestion and nodded.

“I can take it off myself.”

But before Qiao Jing had finished speaking, the man had quickly removed her jacket.

Leaving the inner garment…