After Luo Qiao quickly bandaged the injured man, she took a saline drip from the medical kit and hung it up, only then saying, "The bleeding has stopped. Finish this bottle, then two more. Three bottles and you're out of the woods."
Luo Qiao stood up: "I've done what you asked. Can I leave now?"
The short man smiled lecherously: "You're already in, what's the rush? Keep us company for a while."
Luo Qiao said coldly, "Are you trying to go back on your word?"
"Our word? When have we ever kept our word? They must be dumb to send a tender woman like you in here. Whoever let you in must have a grudge against you."
He finished speaking and laughed wildly.
He reached out, attempting to grab Luo Qiao's hand, but she stepped back to avoid him.
This only piqued the short man's interest further, and he lunged at Luo Qiao.
Luo Qiao glanced at the slightly chubby man from before: "What, are you just going to stand there and watch?"
