Ren Feifan sprinted and arrived at a nearby hotel. He first took off his own coat to cover Zhao Jingshi, shielding her wound.
He quickly booked a temporary suite.
Though the receptionist found it strange that Ren Feifan was carrying an unconscious woman, in this world, there was nothing money couldn't solve.
The man casually booked a presidential suite worth ten thousand yuan, which was not something an ordinary person could do.
The receptionist, naturally, said nothing more.
Ren Feifan hurried to the hotel room and laid Zhao Jingshi, her face somewhat pale, on the bed. Without hesitation, he quickly removed her evening gown.
The gown wrapped around Zhao Jingshi's body was just an eyesore, as it hindered him from inserting the needles!
Soon, Zhao Jingshi was left only in her underwear, her ample bosom almost bouncing out.
Ren Feifan suddenly remembered their previous encounter at a hotel on Mount Changbai. He looked at his own hands and shook his head in resignation.