Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks

Ning Shu rubbed her reddened hand and glanced at him expressionlessly.

Then, she looked at Ding Ningdie and turned to leave.

Ning Shu had withdrawn most of the energy from Ding Ningdie’s body, leaving just a trace behind. This small amount of energy wouldn’t cause intense pain but would result in a dull, lingering ache.

And it would always hurt, especially on windy, rainy, cloudy, or muggy days.

While it could be tolerated, the persistent pain would be tormenting.

Ning Shu truly didn’t want to withdraw the energy but feared Bai Hanmo might target Mother Ding.

Despite Mother Ding having fallen down the stairs as well, and Bai Hanmo promising to spare her, his principles vanish in the presence of his beloved. Besides, Bai Hanmo’s arrogance and self-will always drove his actions. Everything he did catered just to his and his lover’s desires.

Ning Shu sighed heavily. Dealing with powerful people was difficult.

And she had to do it in a way that couldn’t be traced back to her.

After exiting the hospital, Ning Shu received a phone call from an unknown number.

A composed voice came from the phone, “I’m Lian Min. Where are you? I’ll come to you.”

Ning Shu simply raised her eyebrows, unsurprised. Calculating the time, the burn ointment she gave Lian Min should be depleted by now.

Ning Shu provided a café’s address, and Lian Min hung up.

Ning Shu stared at the phone. This kid was sure haughty.

Ning Shu sensed Lian Min’s zeal.

Upon arriving at the café, Ning Shu noticed a striking luxury car parked by the entrance.

After finally finding parking, Ning Shu entered the café.

Ning Shu spotted Lian Min sitting by the window, sipping coffee.

She walked over and had a sip of water.

Lian Min gently placed the coffee cup without a sound, executing the action gracefully and culturedly.

“Why did it take you so long?” Lian Min inquired.

“There was some traffic. What’s up?” Ning Shu responded.

Lian Min’s expression softened. “Do you have more of the medicine you gave me?”

“How has it been?” Ning Shu probed.

“It seems effective but makes me itch.”

“The itch signifies it’s working; it’s the cells activating,” Ning Shu explained. “Complete recovery is impossible, but it will improve significantly.”

“So, do you have any left?” Lian Min leaned in, gazing at Ning Shu.

Ning Shu nodded. “Yes.”

“Great! I’ll pay for it,” Lian Min said.

Ning Shu waved dismissively, “It’s not interesting if you involve money.” She took out several jars from her bag.

“This one’s yours, and this is a gift for your mom. It regulates endocrine function and specifically relieves menopausal symptoms. Remember, it needs to be ingested for effect. Please help spread the word,” Ning Shu said in a flurry.

Lian Min accepted all the bottles and jars. “If your products weren’t effective, I wouldn’t bother with you.”

Ning Shu chuckled, “Can I examine your wound to prescribe the appropriate treatment based on its severity?”

Upon seeing Lian Min’s displeased expression, Ning Shu added, “If it’s inconvenient, don’t worry about it.”

“Let’s go to the car,” Lian Min said.

Inside Lian Min’s car, she unbuttoned her clothes.

Ning Shu observed the burn extending from Lian Min’s chest to her stomach.

The skin was gnarled and unsmooth due to the scarring, bearing a pinkish hue.

The sight was daunting and somewhat unsettling.

Lian Min swiftly concealed the wound, buttoning her clothes.