When Tara Lassen finally departed and left him undisturbed, Bidegla quietly resumed his Qi-gathering practice. It must be said that the Qi-gathering technique truly had a tremendous effect, as Bidegla felt a warm sensation throughout his body, and even his pain was greatly alleviated.

He knew that his wounds were definitely slowly healing, and before long, he would be back to his lively self.

Half an hour later, Stuart Buzer came to check on Bidegla and assured him that everything had been taken care of, urging him not to worry.

About half an hour after Stuart Buzer left, another figure rushed in hurriedly from outside. It was none other than Jennie Laura. Originally, Jennie Laura was in charge of cutting and polishing the raw stones purchased for the jewelry business, but she had received a call from the hospital saying that Bidegla had been attacked. Naturally, she dropped everything and rushed to the hospital.

Seeing Bidegla lying pale on the bed, her heart ached deeply, as if she felt the pain of Bidegla's injuries on her own body.

She didn't know when she had become so concerned about Bidegla, fearing for his safety.

"Bidegla, are you alright?" Jennie Laura grabbed Bidegla's arm and asked with a trembling voice. It was clear that she was very anxious.

" I'm fine, but if you keep shaking my hand like this, you might break it," Bidegla chuckled, causing Jennie Laura's face to blush as she quickly released his arm.

This time, Bidegla's injuries were not light. There were three or four wounds on his arm alone, and although he had extremely strong self-healing abilities, he wouldn't be able to recover quickly.

"How did you end up in this state? Did that Cyril Hanni come to cause trouble again?" Jennie Laura suddenly asked.

She was well aware of the people Bidegla had been in contact with recently, and if there was anyone with a grudge, it was undoubtedly Cyril Hanni.

"It wasn't him. I was just beaten up by a few thugs. The police have already taken them away," Bidegla shook his head, not wanting Jennie Laura to worry.

"Is that so?" Jennie Laura looked at Bidegla with obvious disbelief.

"Jennie, aren't you supervising the stone cutting? You should go back. You don't need to worry about me here," Bidegla spoke up.

"Take care of your injuries, I'll come back to see you later," Jennie Laura, startled by Bidegla's words, had to supervise the cutting of a raw stone worth over a hundred million. If she didn't go back to oversee it, she would really be worried. And seeing that Bidegla was already fine, she felt relieved.

Soon after, Jennie Laura left, and Bidegla once again used the Qi-gathering technique to slowly heal his body after she departed.

Vaguely, Bidegla sensed someone approaching. Opening his eyes, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it was Tara Lassen, the beautiful nurse. She pushed the cart and entered, her intentions unclear.

"Get up quickly, I'm here to change your bandages," Tara Lassen said, her anger evident. She had been scolded by Bidegla earlier despite her good intentions, so of course she wasn't going to be in a good mood.

"Change the bandages?" Bidegla was surprised. "How long has it been? Why do I need to change the bandages already?"

"How long has it been? It's almost dark outside. Hurry up, or I'll start scolding you. I still have work to do before I can go home," Tara Lassen said, looking at Bidegla in disbelief, truly getting frustrated with him.

Doesn't this person have eyes?

Hearing her words, Bidegla was surprised and, looking out the window, realized that it was indeed already dark outside. He hadn't realized that he had been here for almost a whole day. After his practice, he had lost his sense of time.

“How do I change the medicine?” Bidegla inquired.

“Of course, you have to undress and change it yourself. Do you really expect me to help you undress?” Tara Lassen snorted and then turned away.

Originally, Bidegla was going to do it himself, but seeing Tara Lassen 's indifferent attitude towards him, he suddenly let out a pitiful cry.

“What are you doing?” Upon hearing Bidegla's words, Tara Lassen instantly turned around, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

“My hand hurts, I can't undress.” Bidegla looked genuinely pained.

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At this moment, Bidegla had to admire himself. He didn't expect to have such acting talent. If he pursued a career in performing arts, he might even win the annual Oscar.

“Is that so?”

After speaking, Tara Lassen walked straight up to him, looked him over, and said, “You wouldn't be lying to me, would you?”

“How could I? I never lie.” Bidegla looked innocent.

“Hmph, only a fool would believe you. Not only do you lie, but you're also a pervert.” Tara Lassen looked at Bidegla with disdain and did not offer any help.

“Will you help or not?”

“No.”

“If you don't help me undress, I will complain about you, saying you mistreat patients.” Bidegla leaned back and said something that made Tara Lassen angry.

“You...”

“Hurry up and do it.” Bidegla's eyes revealed a hint of a smile, as he watched Tara Lassen submit, seeming to be in a good mood despite his pain.

Finally, under Bidegla's coercion, Tara Lassen had to personally help him undress. However, her actions were very rough, more like tearing than undressing, causing Bidegla to grit his teeth in pain.

Hmph, I've never undressed a man before. You're asking for trouble by making me do this.

“Be gentle, you're committing murder.” Bidegla cried out, regretting his decision.

“You deserve it.” Tara Lassen whispered, and then quickly tore off Bidegla's clothes, or rather, she tore them into two pieces.

The quality of the clothes was not very good, so after her rough actions, they were torn into two pieces, leaving Bidegla practically naked.

This scene looked almost indecent.

“Don't move, otherwise, I can't guarantee that I won't have to take off your other piece of clothing.” Tara Lassen sneered, causing Bidegla to feel relieved.

What was this? Allowing a woman to "bully" him, Bidegla was at a loss.

The change of medicine continued. Although Tara Lassen was very rough with him, she had a good professional ethic when it came to treating patients.

Frowning slightly, Tara Lassen was also very shocked. Bidegla had been brought in today, but now, as she removed the bandages, she was surprised to find that his wounds were almost healed.

What terrifying self-healing ability? She had never seen or heard of anything like it.

At the same time, she couldn't help but smirk. Bidegla's wounds were almost healed, yet he still claimed to have a painful hand. Fortunately, she hadn't fallen for it. He was indeed a pervert.

Last time, he had sneaked a peek at her chest, and this time, he wanted her to undress him. Men were all the same.

Soon, she had changed the medicine for Bidegla, but when she looked up, she found that Bidegla's eyes were not honest. He was once again looking where he shouldn't.

“You pervert, you're peeking again.” Tara Lassen covered her chest, almost going mad with anger.

“I'm not peeking, I'm looking openly.” Bidegla smiled, having already used X-ray vision to see her.

Although doing so is somewhat shameful, who made her treat herself so roughly? This is clearly abuse.

"Hmph, you filthy wolf, I hope you suffer in pain." Tara Larson cursed resentfully, tidied up her things, and prepared to leave work.

However, before she could even leave the room, the door was suddenly pushed open, revealing a man standing outside.

The man, though good-looking, was well-dressed and clearly from a wealthy family.

At the moment, he was holding a bouquet of flowers, with a smile on his face, giving off the air of a charming young gentleman.

But upon seeing this man, Tara Larson's expression immediately darkened, and she asked in a very unfriendly tone, "What are you doing here?"

"Tara," the man smiled upon seeing Tara Larson, "I'm here to pick you up from work. I was wondering if you have time, I'd like to invite you to dinner." After saying this, the man struck what he thought was a very handsome pose.

"Sorry, I don't have time," Tara Larson replied directly upon seeing the man, and attempted to close the door.

However, the man was quick to react, quickly rushing into the ward, blatantly ignoring Tara Larson.

"Tara, it's been over a year, don't you understand my feelings? And your parents have already agreed to our relationship, why can't you accept me?" The man reached out to pull Tara Larson, but she evaded him.

With a hint of disgust on her face, Tara Larson finally turned her gaze to the man, then quickly ran to the side of another man, intimately linking her arm with his, saying, "Because I already have a boyfriend, so you'd better give up."

"You..." Seeing Tara Larson embracing a stranger, Vilon Daphne's expression also changed.

Having pursued Tara Larson for over a year without being accepted, and seeing that this other man, in terms of appearance and wealth, was no match for himself, Vilon Daphne couldn't help but sneer, saying, "Tara, don't think I don't know he's a substitute you found, whether you have a boyfriend, I know better than anyone."

"Hmph, darling, come and say hello to him," Tara Larson said to the other man after hearing Vilon Daphne's words.

Originally, Bidegla wanted to tell the truth, but before he could speak, he felt a hand around his waist, gently but firmly.

Realizing this change, he knew exactly what it meant and quickly said, "Hello, my name is Bidegla, and I am Tara Larson's current boyfriend."

"Hmph, I don't care who you are. I warn you, you'd better leave Tara immediately, otherwise, you'll have a hard time." Vilon Daphne spoke coldly, with a threatening tone.

Then, as if he had thought of something, he added, "If you're willing to leave Tara, I can give you ten thousand yuan immediately. This money is enough for you to live for several years."

Seeing that Bidegla was poor, ten thousand yuan was already a lot.

On the side, Tara Larson felt anxious upon hearing this, fearing that Bidegla would not be able to resist such temptation, after all, ten thousand was not a small amount.

"Ten thousand?" Upon hearing Vilon Daphne's words, Bidegla couldn't help but sneer. In the past, he might have been tempted, after all, ten thousand was indeed a lot.

But now, he already had several million in his savings, so how could he care about a mere ten thousand?

"Leave Tara, and I'll give you twenty thousand." With a hint of disgust on his face, Vilon Daphne also spoke, thinking that Bidegla was not satisfied.

"Then I'll give you twenty thousand, and you can get out of my sight immediately." Bidegla sneered, not taking this person seriously at all.

Insulting himself with money, as if he didn't know who he was dealing with.

"What did you say?" Vilon Daphne thought he had misheard.

"I offered you two hundred thousand, and you immediately roll out of my sight. Are you deaf?" Bidegla looked at him coldly.