Chapter 706: Chapter 705: Sikong Jian is Injured Chapter 706: Chapter 705: Sikong Jian is Injured It was a woman.
There weren’t many ladies in the office.
Xiao Qimo and Sikong Jian each ran through the list of office personnel in their minds, but they didn’t notice anyone with a problem.
Even Wang Xintong, who was against Lu Mian, had a normal background and identity.
Sikong Jian laughed with a mix of roguish arrogance, “The other party is not lightly injured.
If we search the office, we are sure to find her.”
His words carried a hint of seeking reward for his achievents.
Lu Mian’s eyes darkened slightly.
Given that Sikong Jian had fought the opponent and yet was unable to capture her, injuring himself in the process, it was clear the person was highly skilled.
Sikong Jian was really too disobedient, always rushing forward into danger…
At this mont, she had no mood to bla anymore; her gaze fell on Sikong Jian’s knee, oozing with fresh blood, and she said, “I’m going to the infirmary,” before leaving the room alone.
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There was soone on duty in the infirmary at night.
After knocking and entering, Lu Mian asked for so gauze, cotton swabs, and iodine.
The young nurse, while taking out things from the dicine cabinet, asked with concern, “Miss Lu, I heard there was an incident on your end?
Are you injured?”
Lu Mian’s na was well-known all over the office.
No one didn’t know her.
“I’m fine.” Lu Mian leaned against the dicine cabinet and answered nonchalantly, quickly analyzing the recent events in the office in her mind.
In the midst of her thoughts, a woman in a white coat ca in.
Wang Xintong looked at Lu Mian suspiciously, “Lu Mian, what are you doing here?”
The young woman barely lifted her eyelids, “Here to get so dicine.”
“Huh,” Wang Xintong stepped forward a few paces, suddenly feeling a sense of superiority, “Now you know the importance of a doctor?”
While she spoke, she snatched the plastic bag handed to her by the nurse.
“Doctor Wang, that’s for Miss Lu…”
“I know.” Wang Xintong looked at the contents of the plastic bag for a few monts, which were for treating external injuries.
They weren’t prescription dications, but she didn’t want to give them to Lu Mian.
“With the tight controls in the office right now, especially regarding dications, you have to file a request.
Go to Director Liang and write a request first, then co and get it.”
She made it difficult for Lu Mian on purpose.
She had suffered losses and been embarrassed in the eting room; but the infirmary was her territory, and she had the final say on whether or not to provide dicine.
Lu Mian quickly understood this obviously deliberate difficulty.
With a rise of weariness and irritation in her cool eyes, she clenched her fist and hamred it on the dicine cabinet with so force, causing a loud crash that almost shattered the cabinet’s glass.
“Give it to ,” she demanded, out of patience.
“I said, go write a request.
Who knows if that dicine is for a spy?
I’ve heard the spy was injured, so naturally, I must control the destination of these dications.”
Wang Xintong, fully aware of Lu Mian’s ambush, still intentionally linked the spy with Lu Mian.
It seed like the face she had lost in front of Lu Mian could be partially regained through these petty tactics.
Lu Mian was truly annoyed.
Without another word, she picked up a glass ornant from the table and threw it at Wang Xintong.
Wang Xintong scread, instinctively closing her eyes.
The ornant grazed past her ear and smashed against the white wall behind her, leaving a deep mark and shattering glass all over the floor.
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Wang Xintong was terrified out of her wits.
The young nurse’s heart trembled; Miss Lu was so…
so cool!
“You’re really annoying,” Lu Mian said darkly.
After speaking, she walked over in a few steps to take the plastic bag from Wang Xintong’s hands, brushed past her shoulder, and left.
Reaching the door, Lu Mian threw in a reminder.
“The injured person is Sikong Jian; I’ll have him write an application.”
Wang Xintong: !!!
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Lu Mian returned with the dicine to find the room filled with an eerie silence.
Since she had left, the three people in the room hadn’t spoken a word.
Her mood was clearly not the best as she tossed the dicine onto the table and said to Sikong Jian, “Show the wound.”
Her tone was poor, even downright awful.
Sikong Jian pitifully laid his leg on the table, revealing the injury on his knee.
“Mianmian, are you angry?”
Lu Mian didn’t make a sound.
Sikong Jian gave an awkward smile and hurriedly explained, “My knee wasn’t injured in a fight with the other party but when I was chasing them, my slipper ca off, and I tripped over my own feet…”
Lu Mian could probably imagine the scene, her thin lips pressed into a straight line, having already opened a pack of cotton swabs.
She intended to personally bandage Sikong Jian’s wound.
Xiao Qimo, standing to the side, looked profound as his gaze shifted back to Mo Fan.
Mo Fan sighed inwardly and stepped forward, stiffly taking the items from Lu Mian’s hands and said coldly, “Miss Lu, let do it.
I’m particularly good at dressing wounds.”
Sikong Jian: Bah, why is Mo Fan everywhere?
So annoying!
The items were still snatched from Lu Mian’s hands, so she simply leaned against the edge of the table and spoke indifferently.
“I rember, during Captain Wang’s injury, the suspect seed to be a woman too.”
Xiao Qimo nodded, “There’s no doubt, this person is now in the office.
They ca for Number Thirteen, but now they’ve mistaken for Thirteen.”
It wasn’t difficult for him to arrive at this conclusion, after all, in the office, he was also a big consur of burgers, often joining Lu Mian to eat, and with a little attention, such information could be unearthed.
Lu Mian was the victim of the 726 kidnapping case, so under normal circumstances, no one would assu she was Number Thirteen.
Fortunately, his coincidental actions had diverted so of the heat from Lu Mian.
Otherwise, Lu Mian would have beco the only target.
Lu Mian pondered for a mont.
“Actually, when I was investigating who was leaking information, I ca across a clue.” Lu Mian rested one hand on her chin, “The person’s code na is… H.”
“H?” Sikong asked, “Are they famous?”
“One of the top three hackers.”
Sikong instantly held his breath, “Who are the three top hackers?
I only know that Thirteen is one of them.”
“Thirteen, Seven, H—these three are known as the titans of the hacking world,” Xiao Qimo kindly explained for him.
Sikong’s mouth fell open slightly.
“So, H is from the lab’s side.
Two of the top three hackers are involved in this matter; no wonder they can create trouble under such tight security at the office.”
Lu Mian pursed her lips, looked up at Xiao Qimo, and a flickering light passed through the depths of her eyes, but she didn’t say much.
“Alright, it’s late now, let’s go back to rest,” she said.
Sikong nodded, his knee wound had also been perfunctorily bandaged by Mo Fan.
Mo Fan stood up with a sense of regret, still seemingly attached to the wound, “If only I were the one injured.”
He even looked forward to it.
If he were injured, then he could apply to ‘Mo Ye’ for experintal dication.
He wanted to be a guinea pig, he wanted to beco stronger.
Sikong shivered with disgust and stepped a few paces away from Mo Fan as if watching a lunatic.
“Then I’ll head back to my room,” he said, casually picking up the plastic bag on the table containing gauze, iodine, and other items, “I’ll take the dicine back and rember to take care of the wound.”
Lu Mian personally escorted him to the door next door.
Sikong raised his hand, gently bidding her goodbye.
It’s good that it wasn’t you who got hurt.
He returned to his room silently, taking his ti to take off his sleepwear jacket.
The black cotton pajama top fell to the floor, staining the ground with a few spots of blood.
Blood was dripping from his shoulder.
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