Kill Me, Heal Me

The chaos attracted lots of attention. Soon, many women stumbled out of the private room, accompanied by scream and men’s roar.

Then, a middle-aged foreign man chased out, mumbled something. He seemed in agony and his face turned red. All the guests accompanied him were frightened, but his translator had not come back yet, so they could not communicate with each other. The foreign man was paralyzed on the ground after a few minutes and was about to lose his breath.

Belle Ye passed by and happened to see all of this, her face became serious. She quickly pulled someone besides her and said, “Please go to the drugstore downstairs immediately to buy bottle of Ventolin Spray for Inhalation, this guest has bronchial asthma, and he is allergic to perfume. Someone, please open the window of the compartment immediately.”

“Who the hell are you?” The one Belle was talking to, hearing her dull voice, glanced at her with loathing. But other guests who accompanied the foreign man came around as if they met a savior, “You can understand him?”

Belle hesitated and nodded. Every time she talked too fast, she started to feel uncomfortable in her throat as if there is a fish bone in it, “You need to lift him up and make him sit down facing the back of the chair, then lean him over and put his arms on the back of the chair. This will make him breathe easier. And the window should be opened. Most importantly, you need to buy the spray right away.”

The one who stopped by her glanced at her and said, “Why don’t you go and buy it?”

Belle was stunned. The man thought he had asked something she could not explain, and was about to be complacent. But the not-good-looking woman replied unexpectedly, “I cannot run fast, my legs are stiff.”

The man looked down and noticed Belle’s right leg seemed unusual. He flashed and rushed to the elevator. Within a few minutes, he took back the spray. Belle quickly opened the bottle and sprayed towards his nose, and with the opened window and fresh air, the foreign man started to get better.

“Why he didn’t bring any medicine with him if had asthma? Thank God that someone in here understands Russian, otherwise it will be so much trouble if he dies here.” The accompanying guests still had lingering fear.

used up on his way here. He

was trying to ask for help with

to deal with this, she saw Belle standing in the corner of the room and her face immediately turned black, “How come I can see you everywhere? It’s none of you business here. If you want to make some money, just go

off something in Russian. Echo couldn’t understand, frowned and asked, “Mr. Lu, where is your translator?”

if it’s not for her.” Min Lu’s

that even the girls working in the nightclub could speak Russian now. Min couldn't help thinking that this night club really kept pace with the

and opened her mouth. She couldn’t believe what she just

Belle could speak Russian?

Belle started to communicate with Steven fluently. Steven’s attitude was warm and thanked her for saving his life, he invited her to come back to the room and to

great opportunity for her to make money, and answered quickly.

day was to please Steven and tried to cooperate with his company.

of several beautiful female models from

room, as soon as those models went into the room, Steven felt stuffy in his chest and his breath

knew about these when Steven talked to her and complained.

likes beautiful women, but the smell of those beauties was hard to accept. On the contrary, it was this thin girl, not so good-looking, made him feel very comfortable. First of all, of course, only Belle could understand what he was talking about. Secondly, the girl didn’t wear any perfume.

became the translator between them, her voice was dull and unpleasant to hear, when

her, “Your ability of speaking Russian is great! You have been to Russia, haven’t you?” Steven was sure about that, because her accent was very pure and native, she used Russian slangs as if she was born and raised

Belle nodded, “Many years ago, I had been to Russia, Belarus, and Kyrgyzstan. My Russian was