Chapter 596: Chapter 596: Can Dan Min’s Eyes Still Be Saved?

Chapter 596: Chapter 596: Can Dan Min’s Eyes Still Be Saved?

Backstage medical room of the venue.

The medical staff had been forcibly thrown out by Wei Lang and Luoyu.

Li Qiao lay on the medical bed, looking up at the ceiling in a trance.

Shang Yu was silent the entire time, his thin lips pressed into a pale line, his expression serious and somber.

The medical facilities in the boxing gym were rudimentary, lacking even a diagnostic monitor aside from the essential medications.

The man pulled over the medical cart with one hand, selected a few vials of glucose, then tore open the syringe packaging and skillfully drew the glucose solution into the syringe.

Looking around, the white medical room only had Shang Yu’s striking black figure constantly bustling around the sickbed.

He injected Li Qiao with a few shots of glucose, his glance occasionally sweeping over her cheek, shadows flickering in the depths of his eyes.

At that moment, Nan Xin’s phone rang from her pocket.

She took it out and hesitantly walked to the bedside, “Qiaoqiao, it’s Ah Chang on the phone.”

Just as Li Qiao reached out to take it, the long-silent Shang Yu spoke coldly, “Speakerphone.”

Nan Xin, seeing the man radiating with fierce energy, didn’t say a word and answered the call, pressing the speakerphone button.

From the other end, Ah Chang’s steady voice came through, “Miss Qi, where are you?

I’ve got the medicine.”

“In the medical room, come over,” Li Qiao said softly, and upon her response, Ah Chang hung up the phone.

Shang Yu was still busy near the medical station when he suddenly heard the conversation, and he turned his gaze, his deep eyes becoming even more eerily black.

Upon entering the boxing gym, Ah Chang didn’t follow them inside.

On closer inspection, the young girl had known she’d be injured, so she had arranged for Ah Chang to get the medicine in advance.

The man’s jawline tensed up even more sharply, he closed his eyes briefly, suppressed the irritation in his chest, and his well-proportioned fingers climbed onto Li Qiao’s side waist.

The moment he barely touched her, he felt her body tremble lightly.

“The rib isn’t broken, I’ve felt it, it might be a fracture,” Li Qiao held Shang Yu’s wrist, looking at him with clear eyes.

The moment she stepped onto the ring, she knew that coming out unscathed from Dan Min’s hands tonight was nearly impossible.

The Female Fist King, who had fought in underground boxing for years, wasn’t so easily defeated.

She had prepared herself for a do-or-die fight, which resulted in her injuries.

But the outcome was much better than she had anticipated, at least the ribs weren’t broken.

Shang Yu’s eyes were downcast, a few strands of hair fell across his forehead.

He moved Li Qiao’s swollen hand away, his voice rough as if filled with sand, “Bear with it.”

Seeing this, Li Qiao pursed her lips and nodded, letting him probe the injury with his fingertip.

After a dozen seconds, perhaps having confirmed that Li Qiao wasn’t lying, the man’s gloomy expression finally eased.

Before long, a series of disordered footsteps and several cries of pain echoed from outside the door.

Just as Luoyu and Nan Xin were about to go out to check, Ah Chang had already pushed the door and entered.

On the floor outside the medical room, several gym thugs laid defeated by him.

Ah Chang nodded to Li San and the others, then hurried to the sickbed, handing a small cloth bag to Li Qiao, “Miss Qi, I brought everything.”

“Thanks for the trouble,” Li Qiao propped herself up, trying to sit up from the bed, but her shoulder was pushed down by Shang Yu.

He smoothly took the cloth bag, upon opening it he saw several small white medicine bottles.

Knowing she was in the wrong for being injured, Li Qiao lay down obediently, motioning towards the cloth bag with her mouth, “Two pills from each bottle.”

Without asking further, Shang Yu did as instructed and brought the pills to Li Qiao’s lips.

In the following five minutes, the man drew the curtain in front of the sickbed and used the wound paste from the cloth bag to apply on Li Qiao’s injured areas.

He spoke very little, not even his gaze wavered.

Only when he lifted Li Qiao’s skirt to see the purplish bruise on her side did a storm seem to brew in his eyes in an instant.

If it hadn’t been so untimely, he would not have applied medicine to Li Qiao in such a hasty manner.

As soon as the curtain was drawn, a strong scent of medicine wafted through the air.

Ah Chang, seeing Li Qiao’s pale lips, didn’t show much of a reaction, as he had grown used to such sights.

He stepped forward and reminded in a firm tone, “Miss Qi, when I came back just now, I saw the manager of the boxing gym gathering people, saying that Dan Ying was almost here.”

“Mhm.”

Li Qiao responded faintly, moved her legs, and felt the exhaustion lessen somewhat.

Although her injuries were serious, they were mostly superficial, causing muscle soreness and weakness.

It wasn’t as if she was bedridden and unable to get up like a patient.

“Qiaoqiao, follow us when we go out later, and don’t get involved.”

At this, Li San cautioned, while Nan Xin walked around the medical room and finally…

brought a wheelchair to the bedside, “Baby, sit on this, I’ll push you.”

Li Qiao: “…”

She looked disdainfully at the wheelchair and refused without a second thought, “No need, I can walk.”

Shang Yu glanced at her with a deep gaze, put the medicines back into the pouch, threw it to Ah Chang, bent down to pick up Li Qiao from the bed, and strode toward the doorway.

Nan Xin thought about it and decided to bring the wheelchair anyway.

If a fight really broke out later, at least Qiaoqiao could sit and watch from the wheelchair.

…

Just as Li Qiao had said, injuring Dan Min seriously, Dan Ying wouldn’t let them leave easily.

South Border was under Dan Ying’s influence.

Two years ago, he had seized control of the underground market, which attracted many surrounding forces to pledge allegiance.

Dan Ying and Li San had always left each other alone, maintaining a balanced state for a long time.

But at this moment, the gym’s entrance was already tightly surrounded by the boxing gym’s men.

Over fifty henchmen stood in an arc blocking the main entrance, with a man in his forties wearing a suit standing in the front of the crowd.

The man was the head of the boxing gym, and after hesitating for a few seconds upon seeing Shang Yu and the others, he walked over.

His target was Li San.

“Lord San, you’ve seen what happened today.

Our miss has been seriously injured, and we’re not even sure if her eyes can be saved.

I’m simply following orders.

Please don’t make it difficult for me.

Just leave Li Qiao behind and the rest of you can leave at any time.”

Li Cheng looked disdainfully at the boxing gym manager after hearing his nonsense, his brows furrowing deeply.

He turned his head to look at Li Qiao in Shang Yu’s arms and asked with some dissatisfaction, “Can Dan Min’s eyes still be saved?”

Boxing gym manager: “?”

Li Qiao lazily lifted her eyelids and said, “They can’t.”

Her punches had not been softened in the slightest, enhanced by striking Dan Min’s temples.

There was no chance for her optic nerve to recover.

Li San nodded in satisfaction.

“Good, that’s good.”

Boxing gym manager and the gang of underlings: “???”

Were they too arrogant?

Discussing their miss’s injury as if it was none of their business, excessively arrogant.

The head of the boxing gym retracted his smile and gave Li Qiao a gloomy stare, “Lord San, you might want to think it over carefully.

Otherwise, when our boss arrives, you might not be able to leave even if you want to.”

Li San, with one hand in his pocket, fished out a cigarette case, stood in the center of the arc formation, and lit a cigarette, as if no one else was there.