Chapter Fifty-Seven: The Smell of Gunpowder

"Before the plane lands, be sure to find out what happened to Jing'er in Lingcheng." Before getting on the plane, Qiu Yu coldly ordered Song Cheng.

Not daring to hesitate, Song Cheng quickly went to call to do something.

Qiu Yuhuo rushed to Lingcheng in a hurry, and Luan Jing'er was also angry.

She was pushed to the ground by emotional tourists and scratched her hands, and the tourists gradually calmed down when they saw the blood on the floor.

didn't say much about changing the hotel, and began to say that Luan Jing'er was weak and couldn't help the wind, and he would fall down when he pushed it, and also said that Luan Jing'er had to touch them more in his heart.

Originally, this group was not Luan Jing'er who took the initiative to take it, it was temporarily sent to her by Sister Wang, and the reason was still unclear, and Luan Jing'er just wanted to save the scene, so she didn't ask much.

But she never thought that saving the scene would make her angry here.

Just now those words that said that her brother Song Jiechen was "reluctant to be" were enough to get angry, and now these people are here to catch thieves again, Luan Jing'er really wanted to scare them for a moment, and the big deal is that he doesn't want his own tour guide card, who likes to take this group!

But before she spoke, she saw that Song Jiechen was still trying to persuade these people, and the thoughts that rose in her heart finally disappeared in a helpless sigh.

"Friends, I did have a lot of inadequate services during the whole trip today, thanks to everyone's care and understanding, and there are no real complaints against me. …… I will communicate with the travel agency about the accommodation standard you just mentioned, but it is already very late, and it is not realistic to find a hotel that can accommodate so many of us. So...... Please bear with me tonight, and I will give you an answer tomorrow morning. Thank you for your cooperation." Luan Jing'er endured the pain of her buttocks and the pain of her bleeding hand, and forced an apologetic smile to apologize to the room full of people.

She pulled Song Jiechen aside, took advantage of the hard quiet time, hurriedly finished speaking, and finally bowed ninety degrees, and did not stand up for a long time, until the group of people finally dispersed, and then she straightened up with Song Jiechen's support.

"Jing'er, you ......"

"I'm fine." Luan Jing'er quietly withdrew his arm from Song Jiechen's hand and sat on the bed nearby, "It's hard for you just now, you have been subjected to so much speculation and bad words."

Song Jiechen waved his hand, "Be so polite with me."

Seeing that Luan Jing'er was about to open her mouth to drive herself, Song Jiechen hurriedly spoke before her and said, "Your hand looks quite serious, I'll take you to the hospital to deal with it."

Luan Jing'er looked at her right hand when she heard this, because her palm accidentally rubbed against the glass that fell to the ground, and there was no room to buffer and dodge, so half of her palm was pierced with a lot of broken glass shards.

Compared with the pain in the palm of her hand, Luan Jing'er's heart was more irritable.

She casually glanced at the wound on her palm, hid behind her, and directly rejected Song Jiechen, saying that she could deal with it later, and couldn't help but say that she wanted to drive people away.

"I'm really fine. Go back and rest, I'll have to call the travel agent to report this, and they won't answer the phone any later." Luan Jing'er smiled easily, but the attitude of driving people was unacceptable.

No, Song Jiechen didn't want Luan Jing'er to worry about it anymore, so he had to leave the room with two words.

In the end, he was the only one left in the room, but Luan Jing'er did not call the travel agency, nor did he deal with the wounds in his palms, but lay on his back on his back in bed very tired.

Within two minutes of lying down, her phone vibrated and she couldn't ignore it in too quiet an environment.

With a long sigh of closing her eyes, Luan Jing'er had to get up from the bed, look around the room to find the mobile phone, pick it up with her intact left hand and directly pull it to answer.

The call was answered on the ground, and she heard that the tourists were making a fuss about changing the hotel, so she made a special call to Luan Jing'er, saying that she would not care about this matter, and let Luan Jing'er watch it herself, and don't pull her into the water.

Annoyance should come down to the ground, Luan Jing'er lay back on the bed again, unconsciously raised her right arm to cover the light in front of her, trying to steal a short rest and dodge.

With the pain that was already numb, Luan Jing'er fell asleep.

In her sleep, she seemed to hear the phone vibrating all the time, but she really didn't have the strength to touch the phone to answer, so she had to let it go on forever

Stop vibrating and vibrating.

Finally, the mobile phone was sluggish, and Luan Jing'er was about to fall asleep again, when suddenly a quarrel sounded in her ears again.

She tried to stop the noise, but she tried to open her mouth to speak, but she didn't make a sound, but the inexplicable argument intensified, and she had a headache.

"Mr. Qiu, your behavior is a trespass, and you have to take Jing'er away...... Why, if you have money and power, you can do whatever you want?" Song Jiechen blocked in front of Qiu Yu and didn't let him go, and his aggressive posture seemed to be the most reasonable.

Qiu Yu didn't want to talk nonsense with Song Jiechen anymore, and held Luan Jing'er, who was unconscious due to fever and tetanus in his arms, and was anxious to take people to the hospital for treatment.

He didn't answer Song Jiechen's words, and insisted on squeezing Song Jiechen, who was at the door with the pestle, but was pushed back by Song Jiechen.

"I repeat, get out of the way." Qiu Yu felt that Luan Jing'er's body temperature in his arms was getting higher and higher, and he was anxious and angry, and stared at Song Jiechen with a cold face.

But this time, Song Jiechen was not frightened by the cold stare, and wanted to block the door to prevent Qiu Yu from taking Luan Jing'er away.

"If you give me the well, I can take her to the hospital. Otherwise, we'll spend it here, and see who can consume more energy than whom." Song Jiechen was leaning against the door frame, staring at Qiu Yu indifferently.

The two had been fighting for a long time before this, Song Jiechen was reluctant to let Qiu Yu take Luan Jing'er, and Qiu Yu would never hand Luan Jing'er to Song Jiechen, who was not at ease at first glance.

This cold confrontation lasted only two minutes, Song Cheng appeared silently behind Song Jiechen, and received Qiu Yu's eyes, he restrained Song Jiechen from behind without saying a word.

Song Cheng has also practiced, not only does the superficial assistant look so simple, but when it comes to real character, he is no worse than those professional black-clothed people.

Forcefully and skillfully dragged Song Jiechen away from the door, Song Cheng also covered Song Jiechen's mouth to prevent him from calling, and then said to Qiu Yu, "Mr. Qiu, 120 is already downstairs."

Without Song Jiechen blocking the way, Qiu Yu's arm steadied Luan Jing'er, and he took three steps and two steps downstairs.

The wine he drank a few hours ago had already woken up, worried that the smell of alcohol would be disgusted by Luan Jing'er, and Qiu Yu changed his clothes on the incoming plane.

However, Luan Jing'er didn't expect him to ask him, "Have you drunk", but as soon as he got off the plane, Qiu Yu learned all about Luan Jing'er's encounter in Lingcheng today, including being besieged and injured at night.

The vibration of the mobile phone that Luan Jing'er felt in her sleep was an inquiry call from Qiu Yu.

Unable to get through Luan Jing'er's phone, Qiu Yu simply went straight to the hotel. It is also a coincidence that the hotel where Luan Jinger and the tour group booked belonged to Qiu's and was named under Qiu Weixue's name.

So Qiu Yu asked Song Cheng to contact the person in charge of the hotel, get the room card and go directly to open Luan Jing'er's room door.

As soon as the door opened, Song Jiechen next door listened to the sound and followed, and when Qiu Yu went to check Luan Jing'er's situation, he was already blocking the door and preparing to intercept it.

Fortunately, Qiu Yu told Song Cheng the old rule of "five minutes" before going upstairs, if he didn't show up with Luan Jing'er in five minutes, Song Cheng would go up directly.

Calculating the time in his heart, Qiu Yu should have gotten in the car with Luan Jing'er and went to the hospital, and Song Cheng loosened his confinement on Song Jiechen.

As soon as Song Jiechen was let go, he subconsciously raised his fist to beat Song Cheng. But he was not Song Cheng's opponent after all, and before that punch hit Song Cheng's face, he was prejudged by Song Cheng to take it, and he twisted Song Jiechen's wrist with his hand, bending his wrist into a terrifying angle.

"Shhh ......" Song Jiechen's scolding only came out halfway, and it was also intercepted by Song Jiechen, "Huh? What does Mr. Song want to do?"

Song Cheng learned Qiu Yu's belly black, with a polite smile on the corner of his mouth, and the words he said were also regular, but the strength of cleaning up people in his hands was only heavy.

"Mr. Song, Mr. Qiu asked me to tell you that there are some people you can't covet, even if Miss Luan Xin is here, I can't protect you. Besides, will Miss Luan Xin take care of you?" Song Cheng not only repeated Qiu Yu's words, but also learned Qiu Yu's sharp tone and sneered at Song Jiechen.

In Song Jiechen's gasping and cold sweat, Song Cheng let go and let Song Jiechen lie on the ground in pain

into a ball.

didn't bother with Song Jiechen, Song Cheng went to Luan Jing'er's room, packed Luan Jing'er's luggage according to Qiu Yu's instructions, and dragged the suitcase to the front desk to check out.

He left the hotel on his front foot to rush to the hospital, and then cooperated with Luan Jing'er to receive instructions from the travel agency, saying that a new escort tour guide would be arranged to replace Luan Jing'er tomorrow. The ground happily responded, thinking that Luan Jing'er was unlucky, but she didn't know that it was she who wanted to protect herself.

In the hospital, Qiu Yuzhuo was waiting outside the emergency door.

This was the second time, and he carried the fragile and unconscious Luan Jing'er into the emergency room.

When Song Cheng arrived at the hospital, he saw Mr. Qiu, who had never been blind, and at this moment, because Luan Jing'er's safety in the emergency room was unknown, the whole person was especially depressed and sat in the chair in the corridor.

Tetanus is not a trivial matter, and if it is severe, it can kill people.

In the chaos of restraining Song Jiechen just now, Song Cheng glanced at Luan Jing'er's injury and saw that her entire right hand was blood-red, and her drooping fingertips were still dripping blood.

Song Cheng didn't dare to speak, he only stood by with bated breath and stared at the lit first aid, silently praying for Luan Jing'er in his heart, hoping that she would be safe and sound.

After a long time, aware of Song Cheng's existence, Qiu Yu asked him in a deep voice, "Have you found out the reason?"

Qiu Yu's subconscious told him that the group of tourists would not be groundless and suddenly make things difficult for Luan Jing'er, and there must be a cat in them.

As expected, it is indeed someone who understands behind their backs, so they are so cunning and arrogant, and they are not afraid of the consequences. Because the people who promised them a backing have some backgrounds.

"It's the Gong family, the fake tourist that Miss Gong Wanwan has found, and I will inform Miss Luan's travel agency that Miss Luan must lead the group. That's why Miss Luan was suddenly notified to take over this Lingcheng tour." Song Cheng also replied to Qiu Yu in a calm voice.

It's Gong Wanwan again. She used Luan Xin as a gun again.

After Song Cheng finished speaking, he didn't hear Qiu Yu's question again, he could only feel a monstrous anger burning in Qiu Yu's chest, because the stagnant atmosphere and oppression in this small space made Song Cheng can't help but shudder.

There was silence for a long time.

When Song Cheng's heart trembled for the hundredth and eighth time, he heard Qiu Yu ask him, "Where is Song Jiechen?"

"He's supposed to be in the hotel right now. I twisted his wrist and it probably hurt for a while." Song Cheng responded.

After a pause, Qiu Yu coldly ordered, "Tell Luan Kaixu that the cooperation is canceled."

This is just a little bit, and depending on Luan Jing'er's situation, Qiu Yu will consider the rest of the punishment.

As soon as he finished canceling his cooperation, the lights in the emergency room went out suddenly, and a doctor came out of it.

"Doctor, how is she?" Qiu Yu hurriedly stood up and walked over to ask, and there was a tremor in his voice that he hadn't even noticed.

"Fortunately, it arrived in time and the patient's wound infection did not deteriorate further. She has been cleaned and disinfected, but the fever has not subsided, the water is observed overnight, and the temperature will be measured at 6 o'clock tomorrow morning, and the fever will not be a major problem if it can be reduced normally." The doctor replied solemnly.

Qiu Yu didn't ask what to do if he couldn't get rid of the fever, he firmly believed that Luan Jing'er would be safe tomorrow morning.

After thanking the doctor, Qiu Yu mistakenly saw the pale Luan Jing'er being pushed out.

Just like last time, or even worse, Qiu Yu couldn't see the blood on Luan Jing'er's face, and even his lips, which were always slightly upturned on weekdays, were also pale. She frowned slightly and closed her eyes, not knowing whether it was pain or depression in her heart.

Qiu Yu looked at such a broken and fragile Luan Jing'er, his heart seemed to be pressed with a piece of pig iron, and it seemed to be clamped by iron tongs, it was painful and painful, and the pain made his nose sour.