The thief was probably frightened and rushed forward, trying to kidnap Su Qiao, but failed.
Su Qiao had been thrown behind by Ding Jihan.
The thief panicked a little. He waved the knife in his hand randomly and turned to run away.
Without caring whether he would get hurt, he jumped directly from the second-floor balcony.
Ding Jihan raised his leg to chase him, but Su Qiao grabbed him anxiously and said, "Stop chasing me. Do you want to bleed to death?"
“But…” Ding Shaofeng didn’t want to let the thief go. At least he should find out whether he came here just to steal things or was targeting one of them.
If it was aimed at him, he would not be afraid, but if it was aimed at Su Qiao, he must kill him immediately.
"What can you say?"
Su Qiao glared at him fiercely.
"Are you stupid? Why are you rushing over? It's not like you don't know my skills."
Seeing the bright red blood quickly staining his white shirt, Su Qiao knew that he was seriously injured.
I opened my clothes and saw that it was true.
Although the wound was not very deep, it was at least 10 centimeters long.
He quickly helped the man lie down on the sofa, and Su Qiao turned his wrist and took out a long silver needle from the space.
"I forgot, and you have an upset stomach now."
Ding Jihan lay on the sofa. Although his stomach hurt a little, he was not too worried.
Firstly, he had gotten used to it over the years, and secondly, seeing the anxiety and worry in Su Qiao's eyes again, he felt that the injury this time was really worth it.
"It's okay, just a minor wound, not serious."
"Besides, my dear, you have a stomachache. If I accompany you while you have a stomachache now, will it make you feel less painful?"
"Shut up!" It's already this time, and he's still taking advantage of her by giving her flattery.
Su Qiao was furious.
Ding Jihan wisely closed his mouth, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but keep rising, and his eyes were full of smiles.
Su Qiao was too lazy to pay attention to him and focused on stopping his bleeding.
She felt a little regretful that she had spent all this time reviewing and researching things like mobile phones, computers, and car surveillance cameras, and had not come up with any medicine.
"Honey, your hands are so long and beautiful."
Amidst the blood, all Ding Jihan had eyes for was the pair of slender hands with bright red nails.
"Wife, where did you hide your needle? How come I don't know?"
"Won't you get pricked if you hide it on your body? Otherwise, you can put it on me in the future. My skin is thick and tough, so it won't hurt if it gets pricked."
Su Qiao automatically blocked all his words, stopped his bleeding, and pulled him up: "Get up, go to the hospital."
Ding Jihan lifted up his shirt and saw the wound that had stopped bleeding. He exclaimed somewhat exaggeratedly, "It stopped bleeding so quickly. Honey, you are amazing."
Su Qiao has a headache.
When she was worried, he didn't care at all and looked nonchalant.
He shook the needle in his hand and threatened coldly: "If you don't shut up, I will sew your mouth shut."
“Ahem.”
Ding Jihan quickly put away his dazed look and straightened his face: "The bleeding has stopped, there's no need to go to the hospital, right?"
"It's so long, it needs to be sewn." Su Qiao quickly walked into the kitchen, washed the blood off his hands, and casually picked up his cross-body bag and put it on his back.
Turning around, I saw the man still sitting on the sofa without moving, and I was furious.
Can you be serious
This is his own body, his own life, not someone else's.
"It's okay if you don't go. The weather is hot now. If you get infected and die, it will be great. I can also..."
"No, that won't work. If I die, won't you become a widow? I can't let others get away with it. Let's go to the hospital."
Ding Jihan quickly stood up, covered the wound on his abdomen, and strode out the door.