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.

up on his way here. He wasn’t swearing, he just needed someone to buy

ever think that he was trying to ask for help with his furious expressions? All those women were scared away by

can see you everywhere? It’s none of you business here.

and walked towards Belle, rattled off something in Russian. Echo couldn’t understand, frowned and asked, “Mr. Lu, where

what Mr. Steven is talking about. Mr. Steven would be in great crisis if it’s not for her.” Min Lu’s impression for Belle had changed completely. Although she was far from beautiful,

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

mouth.

speak

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

her to make money, and

that day was to

during the latter part of the social events. Min made some special arrangements of several beautiful female models from the Underground City for Steven. The translator realized the situation, made an excuse to leave, tried to

In an airtight space like the private room, as soon as those models went into the room, Steven felt stuffy in his chest and his breath became short. He shouted a few words but no one paid

these when Steven talked to her and complained.

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

back to the private room, they continued to talk about business after all. Belle became the translator between them, her voice was dull and unpleasant

about that, because her

I had been to Russia, Belarus, and Kyrgyzstan. My