As their bodies smashed through the window, they crashed hard onto the fifth floor.
Zhao Feng hit the hallway floor while still holding Xiao Yuyan tightly in his arms.
They rolled a few meters before slamming into the wall.
Zhao Feng took the full impact with his back and shoulders.
Blood trickled down from various cuts and scrapes across his body, his clothes torn from the broken glass.
"Ugh…" Zhao Feng groaned quietly in pain.
Xiao Yuyan slowly opened her eyes, her vision greeted by Zhao Feng's face—just inches away from hers.
His brows were furrowed, lips pressed tight from pain.
But his eyes remained cold and sharp, as if pain meant nothing to him.
"Why… why did you do that?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
Xiao Yuyan was still in his embrace, tears welling up as she saw how badly he was injured.
She didn't understand why, but her heart ached seeing him like that—covered in small and large cuts.
Zhao Feng blinked slowly and answered honestly, frustration in his voice.
"There was no time to think. If we stayed there, we'd be dead."
He tried to sit up, letting go of her gently.
But the moment he stood, his body swayed—he was losing balance.
Xiao Yuyan immediately caught him, preventing him from falling.
When she looked down, her eyes widened in shock.
A large shard of glass was embedded in Zhao Feng's leg.
Without thinking, she lowered him to the ground, her movements slow and careful.
"…You're seriously hurt," she whispered, guilt heavy in her voice.
Zhao Feng turned to say something, but his words caught in his throat when he saw her eyes.
They were glassy, filled with sorrow, her lips trembling as she tried to hold herself together.
Her hands were shaking as she reached toward the wound on his leg.
She looked like she wanted to pull the glass out—until a cold voice suddenly stopped her.
"Stop. Do you want him to bleed out?"
Startled, both Xiao Yuyan and Zhao Feng turned to look.
A woman stood in the doorway of a nearby room.
Above the door was a sign: Medical Room.
She wore a white lab coat, left open to reveal a tight black top and a short skirt underneath.
Her long navy-blue hair was partly tied back, her bangs framing a beautiful face.
Click. Click. Her high heels echoed across the corridor as she strode over.
Her eyes were sharp yet calm—clearly not an ordinary beauty.
"Move. I'm the doctor here," she said as she knelt beside Zhao Feng.
One hand opened a medical pouch, the other gently touched Zhao Feng's knee with practiced confidence.
Xiao Yuyan hesitated but eventually moved aside, still holding Zhao Feng's arm anxiously.
"My name is Ning Yue," the woman said without looking at them.
"And if you pulled this out without proper technique, his major blood vessel could've burst."
She quickly took out a bottle of antiseptic and a syringe filled with a faint green liquid.
"Local anesthetic. It'll numb the area. Hold on—it might sting a bit."
The needle slipped in with barely a pinch.
A few seconds later, Zhao Feng nodded.
"It's going numb."
Once she confirmed the anesthetic had taken effect, Ning Yue injected a second clear liquid into his arm.
"What's that…?" Zhao Feng asked, his brows furrowed.
"Mild sedative. It'll help you sleep. Leave the rest to me," her voice was soft but full of quiet confidence.
Within a minute, Zhao Feng's eyelids grew heavy.
He slumped into a deep sleep.
Xiao Yuyan looked panicked, but Ning Yue glanced at her calmly.
"He's fine. Just sleeping. Now help me carry him into the medical room."
Together, they lifted Zhao Feng carefully.
Xiao Yuyan supported his shoulders and head as if afraid to hurt him more, her gaze filled with concern.
Once inside, they placed him on a clean bed.
Ning Yue unbuttoned Zhao Feng's torn shirt slowly, revealing his bare torso—lean muscles, faint abs, and numerous cuts and bruises.
The two women stood beside the bed, eyes widening slightly.
Ning Yue unconsciously swallowed hard.
Her gaze lingered on his chest and abdomen.
"…What a fascinating body," she murmured under her breath.
Her slender fingers brushed against his stomach—slow and teasing.
Xiao Yuyan caught the movement and glared.
"What… are you doing?"
Ning Yue smiled, a slight blush on her cheeks.
"I'm checking his muscles and blood vessels. There might be internal tearing."
Xiao Yuyan narrowed her eyes, clearly suspicious.
But she didn't have any choice.
Zhao Feng's injuries were serious, and this woman was their only hope.
Ning Yue reigned in her wandering thoughts and put on a pair of surgical gloves.
She readied her tools.
A small, translucent blue scalpel flickered into view—precise and efficient.
She carefully began cutting around the wound, exposing the glass shard.
Her movements were smooth, calculated—no wasted motion.
Xiao Yuyan stood silently beside her, gripping Zhao Feng's hand tightly, never looking away from his face.
"…Minimal bleeding. Major vessels intact. Lucky it was me handling this," Ning Yue muttered as she gently removed the five-centimeter shard.
She disinfected the area and sterilized the wound before wrapping it in a white bandage.
She then moved on to treat his smaller injuries.
Several minutes later, the procedure was done.
Ning Yue took off her gloves and looked at Xiao Yuyan.
"Operation's done. He just needs to rest."
Though Xiao Yuyan still didn't fully trust the woman, she bowed slightly.
"…Thank you."
Ning Yue gave a soft smile, but her eyes gleamed with something more.
Then, she asked with a sly smirk, "Is he your boyfriend?"
Xiao Yuyan blushed and turned her face away.
"No. He's… not."
Ning Yue chuckled, her smile playful.