198: Chapter 198 You should understand, many lines, once crossed, can never be turned back.

"Do you know that he dared to hold a knife to my neck today? Going back, that's a ten-year sentence at the very start! You are Su Qingxue, and your dad is Su Zhenbang. Why are you looking at some bottom-feeder trash?"

Song Ya felt a bit flustered listening from the side, and subconsciously glanced at Lin Fan.

This young master had pissed his pants on the beach, knelt on the ground, had a knife against his neck, shouted four or five different titles, and was just now promising branch companies.

In just the span of a stick of incense, his spine straightened right back up.

The memory of a wealthy family was about the same as a goldfish's.

If Lin Fan didn't have to keep an eye on Xu Zhixia, he definitely would have rewarded him with a couple of big slaps across the face.

Su Qingxue finally spoke.

"Yang Ningcong."

"You don't need to worry about my business."

"Who I look at is also my freedom!"

Yang Ningcong was stunned for a moment.

"What do you mean?"

Su Qingxue didn't explain. She turned her head and looked at Lin Fan.

"I have two words to say to you."

She raised her hand and pointed to the compartment behind her.

"Inside."

Lin Fan paused for half a beat. He glanced downward; Wang Laoliu didn't seem to have any hostility toward Xu Zhixia.

But he still couldn't let his guard down at this time.

"Plug his mouth."

"Oh, oh... Okay!" Song Ya pulled a washed piece of cloth out of the rattan basket.

Yang Ningcong's eyes widened as he wanted to curse, but the cloth had already been stuffed in.

He was held down by the shoulders by Song Ya, and his words gurgled out from his throat, turning entirely into breathy sounds.

Xu Zhixia walked down the slope.

Walking to the end of the slope, the sand began to soften.

Wang Laoliu was standing in front of the third box.

"Dr. Xu," Wang Laoliu spoke first.

"How is Young Master Yang?"

"Alive."

"A superficial wound, didn't cut into major blood vessels." Xu Zhixia walked to the side of the box, squatted down, and said, "The infection risk is high, it needs to be dealt with immediately."

She reached out to open the latch.

Wang Laoliu didn't stop her. He stepped back half a step, making space, but his eyes never moved away from her.

Xu Zhixia lifted the box lid.

The medical compartment was on the topmost layer. She had organized it, and could touch things even with her eyes closed.

Iodine, normal saline, gauze, cotton swabs, amoxicillin, cephalosporin, tetanus antitoxin, syringes, hemostatic powder, adrenaline.

She packed them into the canvas bag one by one.

Wang Laoliu spoke: "Taking this much?"

Xu Zhixia's hands didn't stop. "Disinfection, anti-infection, anti-allergy, standard procedure."

"Can Young Master Yang use all of that by himself?"

"Can't finish it, just keeping it on hand."

Wang Laoliu smiled faintly. The smile was very brief, the muscles at the corners of his eyes moving only half an inch.

"Dr. Xu, I'm not a fool."

"Cleaning Young Master Yang's wound simply doesn't require this much medicine."

Xu Zhixia's hand packing things didn't pause. She stuffed the last roll of bandage into the bag, zipped it up, and then raised her head.

"His wound today is in the neck area, open, contaminated with muddy water. It's not a bump, not a scrape, it's a knife wound."

"It requires a full set of debridement."

"In addition..." She stood up and slung the canvas bag over her shoulder, "He is experiencing emotional stress, and might vomit, become dehydrated, or suffer from arrhythmia. I have to bring adrenaline."

"What about the tetanus antitoxin?"

"You surely know what the mud on the Deserted Island is like."

Wang Laoliu stared at her.

There was the distance of one box between the two of them. The wind on the beach blew over from the sea surface, snapping the corners of the canvas shed loudly.

"Dr. Xu."

"Hmm."

"If you want to ask anything, ask directly."

Wang Laoliu took a step forward.

"I want to ask, among this bag of medicine, how many are for Young Master Yang, and how many are for that intern's use."

Under the shed, it was quiet for a moment.

Xu Zhixia's fingers tightened on the shoulder strap of the canvas bag.

"That's right."

She looked at Wang Laoliu.

"A portion of this medicine is for the wounded person above."

The flesh on the Short-haired Bodyguard's face twitched, and he couldn't help speaking: "Dr. Xu, isn't what you're saying a bit wrong?"

Xu Zhixia turned to look at him.

The Short-haired Bodyguard stood up, covered in mud, his clothes wrinkled into a ball from being soaked in seawater, yet he still wanted to put on the airs of a Yang Family bodyguard when he spoke.

"You take the Yang Family's salary, eat the Yang Family's food, and signed the Yang Family's contract."

He pointed to the upper part of the slope.

"That person just now held a knife to Young Master Yang's neck and even shot Laoliu. That's not an ordinary conflict; that was going for Young Master Yang's life."

"He is Young Master Yang's enemy."

"He is also our enemy."

The Short-haired Bodyguard became more and more fluent as he spoke.

"You take the Yang Family's medicine to save the Yang Family's enemy—no matter where you put it, that doesn't make sense, right?"

Another bodyguard nearby also nodded along.

"Yeah, Dr. Xu. It's not that we're saying you shouldn't save people, but we always have to distinguish between our own people and outsiders."

"Young Master Yang is still in his hands."

"If you save the people over there, that kid will have one more useful person under him, making it even harder to deal with later."

Several people chimed in all at once, and what they said wasn't entirely unreasonable.

From their perspective, Lin Fan was the enemy.

With one less person on the enemy's side, their own side's pressure would be reduced by a fraction.

A Deserted Island was not a hospital.

There was no triage desk, no payment window, and definitely no family member signatures.

Every roll of gauze and every single antibiotic here could become a bargaining chip for survival.

After listening, Xu Zhixia didn't refute their logic.

She simply asked: "Are you done talking?"

The Short-haired Bodyguard choked up for a second.

Wang Laoliu didn't interrupt.

Xu Zhixia spoke: "I take the Yang Family's salary, and what is written in the contract is accompanying medical consultant."

"I am responsible for Yang Ningcong's vital signs, emergency treatment, and disease intervention."

"The contract didn't write that I should help the Yang Family choose enemies."

The Short-haired Bodyguard frowned, "But he wants to kill Young Master Yang."

"Yang Ningcong is still alive right now."

"That's because..."

"Because he is still useful," Xu Zhixia interrupted him, "Therefore his wound needs to be treated even more."

The Short-haired Bodyguard couldn't find words to respond for a moment.

Xu Zhixia placed the canvas bag onto the box lid, unzipped it, and revealed the medicine inside.

"That's right, most of the medicine in here is for that person upstairs."

The Short-haired Bodyguard's face twitched, "You really dare to say that."

"Why wouldn't I dare?"

Xu Zhixia looked at him.

"In my eyes, a patient is a patient."

"There is no appropriate or inappropriate."

"Nor whose enemy or whose friend."

"His leg is rotting, I have medicine, and I can handle it, so I will handle it."

Having said this, she paused for half a beat.

"If you get bitten by a poisonous bug tomorrow, and Lin Fan has medicine in his hands but won't let me save you, I'll still scold him just the same."

The Short-haired Bodyguard kept his mouth open, unable to make a sound for a long time.

These words sounded grating to the ear.

Yet they made it impossible for anyone to completely fall out with her.

Because no one dared to guarantee that the next person lying on the ground waiting for medicine wouldn't be themselves.

Wang Laoliu finally spoke: "Dr. Xu, by doing this, you're going to let the person up there survive."

"If he survives, he'll continue to help that kid deal with us."

"That's your business."

"It's also your business," Wang Laoliu said, "When you go back up now, Dr. Xu, you must understand that once you cross certain lines, there is no turning back."