"Wu, wu, wu." Her lips uttered an indistinct sound, and she finally realized what had been placed over her mouth.

She had been kissed again by that scoundrel, Bidegla.

In fact, Bidegla had been using his powers of observation to monitor the situation outside all along. This crazy woman had almost caused him to be hospitalized, so he felt no need to be polite and pulled her in to kiss her.

Since you want to harm me, then I will forcibly kiss you, consider it a return on investment.

After nearly two minutes of kissing, Bidegla finally released this violent policewoman. Despite her malicious nature, it had to be said that her lips were very fragrant, leaving Bidegla with a lingering taste.

"You scoundrel!"

As Bidegla let her go, Shina Macai immediately screamed in frustration, unable to express her feelings.

In two days, she had been kissed several times by Bidegla, not to mention that it was not consensual.

"Am I a scoundrel?" Bidegla's voice came, followed by, "Since you called me a scoundrel, then I'll show you my scoundrel side." As he spoke, Shina Macai felt a tremendous force pushing her, and she was pushed against the wall.

Then, her lips were once again kissed by Bidegla, and all her limbs were immobilized.

This kiss lasted for about five minutes before Bidegla released her.

"Keep talking, and I'll keep kissing," Bidegla's unscrupulous voice came, laced with malice.

"You...," hearing Bidegla's words, Shina Macai trembled with anger, unable to speak.

The violent policewoman of Zhuhai City's Criminal Police Team was completely helpless against Bidegla.

"Don't try to harm me with these tricks next time, or I can't guarantee that something like this won't happen again."

After saying this, Bidegla let her go, and did not continue to harass her.

After all, they were living under the same roof, and Bidegla didn't want to go too far. He would have to see her every day.

"I...," Shina Macai wanted to say something but couldn't, and in the end, she angrily slammed the door and ran out.

Originally intending to play a trick on Bidegla, she didn't expect to be forcibly kissed by him again. Thinking of this, her heart was in turmoil, her face was red, and she didn't know if it was from anger or embarrassment.

Having forcibly kissed the beautiful woman twice, Bidegla's previous anger was completely gone, leaving only a sense of contentment. Her lips were really comfortable to kiss, and he wanted something like this to happen again in the future.

With a hint of a smile on his lips, Bidegla slowly sat down on the ground and continued to practice his Qi gathering technique.

Bidegla had already seen many benefits of practicing Qi gathering. Not only could it help him heal wounds quickly, but it could also increase his attack power, killing two birds with one stone.

Practicing had no concept of time, so when Bidegla opened his eyes, it was still pitch black outside. The reason he woke up was because he heard some commotion.

A faint, low, painful voice sounded in his ears, clear in the silent environment.

After practicing, his perception had greatly improved, so he wasn't surprised to hear what was happening outside. However, as he continued to listen, his expression changed because the voice seemed to be similar to Jennie's.

Each villa in the Zhuchen City had a distance of about 20-30 meters from each other, so it was very possible that something really happened to Jennie .

Thinking of this, he couldn't continue practicing, and walked out of his room.

This book's true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.

Upstairs was where Jennie and Shina Macai lived. Since coming to the villa, Bidegla had never gone up there, but now, he didn't care. He went straight upstairs and arrived outside Jennie's room.

Standing there, the voice grew louder and Bidegla was sure that it was indeed Jennie making these painful sounds.

The power of insight gradually unfolded, and Bidegla immediately saw Jennie's room. She was clutching her stomach in agonizing pain, her complexion ashen.

When they first met, she had also been in some discomfort, clutching her stomach. Now it was clear that she had significant health issues.

Without hesitation, Bidegla pushed open her door and entered the room.

Jennie's room was sparsely decorated, with only essential furniture. It did not resemble the rooms of other young girls, filled with various dolls and trinkets.

This simplicity seemed to mirror her composed demeanor. The rich scent of a woman filled Bidegla's nostrils, quite pleasant to the senses.

But Bidegla paid little attention to this, instead going straight to Jennie's bedside and lifting her from the bedclothes.

"Who are you?" Startled by being suddenly lifted, Jennie, in her pain, immediately opened her eyes.

"Jennie, it's me," Bidegla spoke, carrying her towards the door.

"I'll take you to the hospital."

"No need, just put me down, it's no use," Jennie replied, though still in pain, but with clear awareness and a bitter smile.

"You're in such pain now, how can you not go to the hospital?" Bidegla was surprised, never expecting Jennie to say such a thing.

"It's no use. Even the experts in America can't cure my illness. Don't waste your efforts, put me down and I'll be fine in a while," Jennie said, her face extremely pale.

Seeing her in this state, Bidegla could not possibly be at ease, watching her endure such immense pain. However, an illness that even American experts couldn't cure... could it be terminal?

Thinking this, Bidegla's expression also turned grim, reluctantly laying her back on the bed.

Soon after, as if he had thought of something, he then held Jennie's fragrant shoulders and said, "Don't move, let me take a look at you."

The power of insight could penetrate walls, even raw stones, but Bidegla had never used it to observe the flesh and blood inside a person's body.

So, he wanted to see what exactly was wrong with Jennie.

"You can heal people?" Even in her pain, Jennie, with widened eyes, looked incredulous.

"Even if I can't, you'll let me take a look. I learned some medical methods from a master when I was young. Do you mind if I take a look?" Bidegla spoke, casually fabricating a lie.

"Suit yourself," Jennie replied, her brows furrowing tightly, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"Then I'll begin."

As he spoke, Bidegla suddenly removed Jennie's nightgown. The entire process was completed in the blink of an eye, so fast that even Jennie had not anticipated Bidegla would directly remove her nightgown.

She wanted to scream, but the ensuing pain immediately caused her to emit a low, anguished moan.

Bidegla's hand was already on the wound on her abdomen, and he activated his power of insight.

He had no intention of disrespecting Jennie, but only by removing her clothing could he more clearly observe what was wrong with her.

His gaze fell upon Jennie's skin, but then, blood-red eyes appeared in Bidegla's line of sight.

Of course, this was an image only he could see, as no one else could possibly see it clearly.

The blood-red color was not the skin, but Jennie's flesh and blood.

The power of insight truly lived up to Bidegla's high expectations, able to penetrate a person's flesh and blood.

Before long, the flesh was completely seen through, and Bidegla saw the hidden situation beneath the flesh. Seeing this, even though he was not a doctor, he already understood the pain that Jennie was experiencing.

Beneath this wound, two small nerves were tightly stuck together, causing her to experience such agony.

Nerves are indeed too important for a person; simply damaging one could potentially lead to disability or paralysis.

Therefore, it's no wonder that those experts had no solution to this problem. Nerve-related challenges are difficult for any scholar to overcome. Any minor issue could potentially escalate into a major problem.

Perhaps it's not that they have no solution, but rather that they dare not act. Nerve surgeries carry too great a risk, and can only be seen under a microscope.

Now, Bidegla's eyes were equivalent to a microscope; he could even see the molecular structure and naturally understand Jennie's condition.

"The two nerves are being compressed together, causing nerve compression," Bidegla said, his expression grim.

He was not a doctor, and although he understood the problem, he had no way to solve it.

However, as soon as he spoke, Jennie's eyes widened, and she even forgot to reproach Bidegla for removing her nightgown.

Bidegla was right; these were the same words that those experts had told her. Her wound was not fatal, but the resulting sequelae were the compression of two nerves, which would soon bring her great agony.

Jennie had previously doubted Bidegla's medical skills, but now she had to take him seriously. How had he managed to do this without using any medical instruments?

"Sister Jennie, I cannot cure your condition, but I can alleviate your pain," Bidegla said as he began to gently press on her wound.

With each gentle press, Bidegla was extremely careful, using only the strength of his fingers to control her flesh, creating as much space as possible to prevent her from experiencing too much pain.

Bidegla's touch seemed to possess a magical quality; as he pressed, Jennie felt her lower abdomen warming up.

It was as if a surge of energy was continuously passing through Bidegla's hands and into her body, gradually relaxing her painful nerves.

Each bout of pain was a tremendous torment for her, but now the agony was slowly dissipating, and she was beginning to relax.