CHAPTER 45: CHAPTER 45: HAVE YOU BEEN FIGHTING AGAIN?

Wang Li saw Ji Ning stop to look at her, and felt relieved. Mentioning Bai Xiaotang indeed worked.

Wearing a sly, triumphant smile, she led Ji Ning to her office.

This scene was witnessed by Ma Weiwei and Xu Jiaying, who were hiding not far away. They couldn’t help but purse their lips and slip into the school building from the other side.

By this time, classes were already in session. The two of them brazenly entered Class 8 through the back door, ignoring the teacher’s gaze, nonchalantly pulling out empty seats in the back row and sitting down.

The teacher suppressed his anger and likewise ignored them, continuing to teach the few students in the front row who were still paying attention.

The students in the middle and back rows, seeing them arrive, stopped sleeping and playing games, instead turning around to chat with them: "Sister Wei, I heard you guys fought with Wang Qiming from the Second School again yesterday? Did you win?"

"What kind of nonsense is that! If we didn’t win, would you see me sitting here?" Ma Weiwei rolled her eyes at him, taking the yogurt he handed over and drinking a big gulp.

"What about the boss? Why didn’t he come?"

Ma Weiwei raised her hand and knocked him on the head, warning, "The boss’s matters are also something you can inquire about?"

Even though she said this, her eyes showed some concern. Yesterday’s fight wasn’t a complete victory. Wang Qiming somehow found a skilled fighter. If the boss wasn’t so capable, taking a narrow victory, they probably wouldn’t have made it to school today.

I wonder how the boss is doing now? Did he go to the hospital?

As for You Le, who was being fretted over, she was currently sitting in a rundown small room, applying medicine to her wounds with difficulty.

A ten-centimeter or so blood wound crossed her abdomen. The cut wasn’t deep but had bled quite a bit, only now barely stopping the bleeding.

Around her lay many blood-stained white bandages, the strong smell of medicine and blood filling the entire room.

You Le wore a serious expression, recalling the events of yesterday in her mind.

The helper that Wang Qiming found was clearly targeting her, striking viciously and aiming for blood with every move. If it weren’t for her having an S-Class physique, the final stab could very well have taken half her life.

Who exactly is that person? Why would they attack them so ruthlessly?

After thinking for a while, she suddenly thought of Bai Xiaotang, her complexion changing drastically, "Oh no, Grandma..."

You Le couldn’t care less about her unbandaged wounds, quickly donned her school uniform, and dashed out of the small room.

The route from her "secret base" to the hospital wasn’t far, just a deserted path away, but today a man in black clothing with a seemingly friendly demeanor stood there.

The man was leaning against the wall, a cigarette in his mouth, taking puffs now and then, his other hand casually flipping a lighter, looking relaxed and at ease.

You Le couldn’t help but clench her fists, watching him warily, her footsteps never stopping.

Every step seemed to exude murderous intent, an invisible aura that surprised the man opposite, making him narrow his eyes slightly; he scanned her a few times without making any unnecessary movements until You Le passed right by him without any action.

But You Le did not drop her guard, continuing to rush forward at a quick pace.

She didn’t know why the man didn’t lay a hand on her, but abnormal situations are always suspicious.

You Le didn’t go directly to the hospital but circled around the hospital several times before slipping in through a side door.

But her unwashed, bloodstained school uniform still attracted many sidelong glances. At this point, You Le couldn’t care less about that, taking large strides towards her grandma’s ward.

Pushing the door open, there was unexpectedly no one on the bed.

You Le’s expression changed drastically, running out frantically, loudly calling for doctors and nurses to find her, alarming numerous patients.

"Where’s my grandma? How do you take care of patients?" Like an angry lion, You Le stormed through the hospital, desperately grabbing the nearest doctor’s coat, clenching her fists, and shouting.

The doctor protected himself with both hands, trying to calm her emotions: "This family member, please don’t worry..."

"Don’t worry? Where’s my grandma? How could you lose such a big person?" You Le’s fist was already raised.

"No, the family member, the patient in bed 36 might have gone for an examination..."

Before he could finish, a familiar voice brought You Le back to her senses, "You Le! What are you doing?"

"Grandma?" You Le exclaimed with joy, immediately releasing the doctor and running over, hugging the little old lady tightly and carefully examining her, "Grandma, are you okay? Are you hurt?"

But then she was met with a heavy slap from Grandma You, "You Le, what are you doing? Quickly apologize to the doctor."

You Le, always a good child in front of Grandma You, obediently walked over to the doctor, bowed, apologized, and also apologized to the nearby nurses and patients.

Only then did Grandma You satisfactorily lead her back to the ward.

The ward was a four-person room, but since the other three were currently away, You Le had been so anxious earlier.

Seeing no one around, Grandma You pulled You Le’s hand, her face stern as she asked, "Did you get into a fight again? Let me see your wound."

"No..." You Le reflexively denied, but was frightened by Grandma You’s gaze, seeing her eyes red with tears, her fingers pinching the bloody jacket she wore.

You Le’s heart skipped a beat, hurriedly wiping her tears while explaining, "Uh... this isn’t my blood. Ma Weiwei had a nosebleed yesterday and used my clothes to wipe it."

"Really?" Grandma You didn’t believe her, leaning over to sniff her. You Le quickly stepped back, unnaturally looking elsewhere, "Grandma, I’m really fine. Is your head still dizzy?"

Grandma You was getting old, with high blood pressure, and had taken a fall at home earlier. Fortunately, the neighbors had rushed her to the hospital in time, saving her life.

You Le was afraid she’d have other issues, forcing her to stay in the hospital for another week to recuperate.

"What could be wrong with me? I’m eating well and sleeping well. Le Le, I want to be discharged..."

"Sure, I’ll handle the discharge procedures for you now."

Grandma You was stunned, initially thinking she would have more to argue about, unexpectedly seeing You Le agree so quickly, leaving her momentarily dumbfounded.

It wasn’t until You Le held her credentials and was about to find a doctor for the discharge papers that she grabbed her hand, "Le Le, tell grandma, is something happening?"

"No, it’s just your imagination, Grandma. When you’re hospitalized, you’re unhappy thinking I’m spending too much money. Now you want to be discharged, and you’re still unhappy?" You Le spoke lightly, teasing.

Grandma You looked at her for a long time, and seeing she didn’t seem to be lying, let her go.

Leaving the ward, You Le exhaled deeply, just about to head to the doctor’s office when her steps halted.

Her expression froze instantly, a chill spreading through her body, and her fists clenched tightly.

That seemingly friendly man was standing not far away, looking at her with a smile, silently mouthing, "So this is where you are."

After a brief moment of fear, You Le’s face turned ashen, clenched her fist, and strode forward, shouting, "What the hell do you want?"

Her fist swung fiercely, stopping just 1cm from the man’s face, when a hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.

"You..."