Shocking! She Returned with a Miniature Bigshot

Chapter 297 - 297: I’ve Only Had a sterilization Surgery

Chapter 297 - 297: I’ve Only Had a sterilization Surgery

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Jiang Junlin closed his eyes, filled with regret. The sense of loss was already cast in stone.

He repeatedly reminded himself not to be deceived. Perhaps it was another ruse, but for some inexplicable reason, he felt restless. He got up to check on his situation.

Ji Chi was a contradictory person. He laughed, got angry, and cursed freely, with no pride in holding back tears like most men.

But in Jiang Junlin’s memories, Ji Chi would only cry in front of him.

He wasn’t just crying to gain sympathy; he’d cry and then either act like he was in a tragic play or start a fight!

What a rascal!

Jiang Junlin lifted the covers, feeling impatient, and kicked Ji Chi on the low bed. “Get up and stop making a fuss!”

However, Ji Chi was still in a dream, tears streaming down his face. Jiang Junlin couldn’t tell if he was acting or really having a nightmare. Jiang Junlin slapped him across the face. “Wake up!”

Ji Chi suddenly woke up, clinging to Jiang Junlin, burying his face in his waist, and sobbing. Even through his shirt, Jiang Junlin could feel his dangerously high body temperature.

He touched Ji Chi’s forehead, shocked by how hot it was. “You have a high fever!”

No wonder he was sleeping so heavily!

Jiang Junlin fetched a digital thermometer and took Ji Chi’s temperature. It was nearly 40 degrees Celsius. If this continued, it could lead to serious consequences. However, Ji Chi had lost consciousness.

Jiang Junlin pressed him down, grabbed some alcohol, and began wiping his forehead, face, and neck. He even stripped off Ji Chi’s clothes and applied alcohol to his chest, attempting to reduce his temperature.

As he removed Ji Chi’s clothes, he discovered that Ji Chi’s arms, which he had been concealing, were badly injured. Despite the severe infection, he had been avoiding going to the hospital. It was clear that the wounds were festering. “You idiot!” Jiang Junlin couldn’t help but scold him. He wanted to slap him, but Ji Chi’s face was as pale as a ghost, covered in cold sweat, and he looked pitiful. Jiang Junlin couldn’t bring himself to do it.

In his heart, he wanted to scold him a thousand times, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it in his moment of vulnerability.

Ji Chi had to see a doctor.

As far as Jiang Junlin knew, there was a small clinic just a right turn out of the safe house, about 800 meters away. Ji Chi was already in a state of unconsciousness from the fever, and if his arm was further delayed, it might have to be amputated.

Parents give life to their children, and one should not harm their own body. Jiang Junlin had never had such an understanding before, nor did he know how to take care of himself.

Jiang Junlin pulled back the curtains and looked at the snowy night. It was a blizzard, but it wasn’t late yet, just past eight o’clock. Today was a day of heavy snowfall, and the weather this year was particularly strange, with continuous blizzards and extreme cold.

He glanced back at Ji Chi, thinking about caution, consideration, and the bigger picture, but in the end, he yielded for Ji Chi. He put on his hat and goggles, took some cash, and picked up Ji Chi. They had really bad luck; the snowstorm was too severe, and the car wouldn’t start.

Jiang Junlin tried several times, but he had to give up. He once again lifted Ji Chi and headed for the small clinic. They didn’t have any identification, so going to a large hospital was out of the question. Moreover, major hospitals were likely guarded by gang members now. The small clinic, inconspicuous and scattered everywhere, might escape their surveillance. Jiang Junlin deliberately avoided the cameras and followed the route Ji Chi had scouted during his previous trips, creating a small map.

Carrying a man in a blizzard, Jiang Junlin’s gastritis hadn’t fully healed, and he had wounds on his back. They walked painfully slowly, each step sinking into the snow. The nighttime sidewalks were untouched, and every step was particularly strenuous. Jiang Junlin had a feeling that his wounds might reopen.

Unfortunately, Ji Chi seemed to be freezing. He clung to Jiang Junlin’s shoulder and said, “Brother, it’s so cold!”

The biting wind and snow were hitting them head-on. Jiang Junlin felt his face stinging, and it was even more uncomfortable for Ji Chi, who was already injured.

“You brought this upon yourself!”

There were sporadic pedestrians on the road, but no one paid them any attention. In a city like this, especially on a snowy day, people rushing home from work didn’t want to spare any extra thoughts on the road.

After walking just 500 meters, Jiang Junlin felt exhausted. He had been imprisoned for too long and hadn’t fully recovered. Carrying Ji Chi in this snowy weather was extremely draining. His hands and face were freezing, but his back was covered in sweat.

In just 800 meters, it took Jiang Junlin nearly half an hour to reach the small clinic. It was a stroke of luck that the doctor at the clinic was about to close.

Jiang Junlin, carrying Ji Chi on his back, approached and spoke in French, “Doctor, my little brother has a serious arm injury. Could you please take a look?”

“I’m off duty now. Come back tomorrow. The hospital is just 200 meters ahead,” the doctor pointed ahead and, seeing Ji Chi unconscious and knowing it must have been a long and strenuous journey, showed no interest in treating them.

With a gun pointed at his waist, Jiang Junlin, with an elegant demeanor, spoke softly, “Doctor, I’m begging you.”

The doctor hesitated.

The doctor felt extremely unlucky. He had already finished work, and now he had encountered a potential killer. Although Jiang Junlin didn’t look like a killer at all, his demeanor was too suspicious.

It must be a case of someone involved in a crime, maybe even a wanted fugitive. Have there been any recent news reports about a fugitive?

The police just came by to inquire, was it about them?

Inside the clinic, with the heater on, the doctor deliberately hung up a “closed” sign and drew the curtains. Jiang Junlin sat on the side, drinking hot tea, his firearm loaded. He appeared like a gentleman sipping tea casually, rather than a terrifying executioner.

The doctor, in his early sixties with graying hair, was trembling slightly. Jiang Junlin reassured him, “No need to be nervous, I’m a good person!”

The doctor remained silent.

Who holds a gun and tells a doctor that they’re a good person? If you ask around, who would believe you?

The doctor examined Ji Chi’s injuries, clearly feeling helpless. His small clinic was only equipped to handle common illnesses like the flu and administer basic treatments. How could he treat injuries like this?

“Sir, you need to take him to a large hospital; the infection in his arm is too severe,” the doctor, in a state of dilemma, said, “I can’t treat this!”

Jiang Junlin didn’t pressure the doctor further and simply checked his firearm.

The doctor began sweating profusely, genuinely anxious. “Sir, please rest assured, 1 will do my best!”

“I trust you,” Jiang Junlin said with a smile as he sipped his tea.

Ji Chi remained unconscious, showing no signs of waking up. A large portion of his forearm had rotted away due to the infection and needed to be amputated entirely and then sutured. The doctor clearly wasn’t accustomed to treating such serious injuries; his hand trembled as he cut away a significant amount of flesh.

Jiang Junlin furrowed his brow but remained silent, and the doctor dared not make a sound.

“Sir, I’ve performed neutering surgeries on pets before,” the doctor said, trying to reassure Jiang Junlin.

Jiang Junlin closed his eyes and held his phone, which contained the last disposable SIM card. He had a choice: call Dr. North for help in treating Ji Chi’s injuries. However, with internal and external threats, and with the traitor still at large, exposing themselves now would be fatal for both him and Ji Chi. This risk couldn’t be taken.

He took a deep breath and suppressed the bitterness in his heart. “Take your time; there’s no need to rush..”

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