The male supporting role was captured by the protagonist after his rebirth

The dense and purple marks were particularly conspicuous on his fair skin. If the scene in the bedroom had not been too ambiguous, Zhou Keer would have felt that he had been thrown into a wolf's den and tortured.

Just looking at it makes me feel pain all over my body, as if I'm being bitten by millions of ants.

Skin injuries were naturally a piece of cake for Zhou Ke'er, a surgeon with healing abilities. She carefully grasped the slender wrist, and the weight in her hand felt as light as a feather, as if it would break at the next moment.

Her palms actually began to gradually become transparent! As if shrouded by a mysterious and powerful force.

Immediately afterwards, this transparent palm slowly sank into Deng Shentong's body like a ghost.

As time passed, Zhou Keer always maintained a focused and nervous expression.

Suddenly, her brows knitted tightly, and her eyes revealed a trace of astonishment and confusion. She quickly turned her head and her eyes fell directly on Zhang Yi, and asked in a serious tone: "How long have you not fed him?"

Zhang Yi was obviously caught off guard by Zhou Ke'er's sudden questioning. He was slightly stunned, then subconsciously touched his nose and answered vaguely, "Well... I gave it to him, but he didn't want to, so I had to give him some nutrient solution... I think this should work, right?"

However, in response to Zhang Yi's explanation, Zhou Ke'er just shook her head helplessly and didn't say anything more.

She knew that relying solely on nutrient solution would not be enough to meet the needs of a normal person's body, and it might have adverse effects on his health in the long run.

On the one hand, she was still upset about her man sleeping with another man, and on the other hand, all these signs showed that this was clearly one-sided abuse.

Her life belongs to Zhang Yi, and she has no right to interfere in anything Zhang Yi does.

Zhou Ke'er sighed. In order to prevent Deng Shentong from dying here, she slowly explained: "The nutrient solution can only maintain basic body functions and cannot support... high-intensity physical exertion. Even if you inject muscle relaxants to force him, you have to let him eat normally."

Zhang Yi subconsciously stretched out his hand to scratch his hair, then paced anxiously in circles, and finally let out a long breath and said: "I understand, you...see when he can wake up."

Hearing this, Zhou Keer turned around silently and concentrated on mobilizing the supernatural power in her body.

Not long after, the hideous purple scars on Deng Shentong's body gradually disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, until they completely disappeared without a trace, and his skin returned to its smooth and delicate state, as if he had just been born again.

Zhou Ke'er loosened her hands, slowly stood up from the bed, and walked towards where Zhang Yi was.

She stared at Zhang Yi quietly, her eyes revealing a complex and inexplicable emotion, and then shifted her gaze to the silver-haired man who was still in a coma, as if thinking about something.

"He fell into a coma because he consumed too much energy and did not take in enough nutrients. He may also have some psychological problems, such as being too frightened. These are beyond my ability to deal with."

Zhou Ke'er shook her head and continued, "I will provide you with the appropriate medicine. He should wake up slowly after a period of rest."

After saying that, she injected Deng Shentong with some medicine to stabilize his body functions, and took out some surgical trauma supplies and placed them aside.

Then, she sighed and added helplessly, "In the short term, it is best not to do any strenuous exercise, especially those with intimidation, which can easily lead to traumatic stress reactions."

When Zhang Yi heard this, it seemed as if all the blood in his body rushed to his head and his emotions instantly got out of control.

His eyes widened, his hair stood on end with rage, and he roared at Zhou Ke'er: "Do you think I want to abuse him? If he wasn't so disobedient, why would I go to so much trouble to lock him up here!"

The roar was deafening and echoed in the air, scaring Zhou Keer so much that she subconsciously shrank her neck.

However, after venting his anger, Zhang Yi still felt angry.

He muttered to himself, as if he had fallen into a state of madness: "Yes, I just want to torture him... let him suffer! All this is his own fault, no one else can be blamed..."

His eyes became empty and cold, as if he had lost his mind and was completely immersed in his own obsession.

Zhou Ke'er stood there in a daze. The image of Zhang Yi just returning to the shelter flashed through her mind. A woman's keen intuition allowed her to subconsciously guess the outline of what had happened.

She felt incredible. The crazy man in front of her was so different from the Zhang Yi she knew.

The Zhang Yi in my memory was always terrifyingly calm, and he remained absolutely cold-blooded towards everyone, as if nothing could affect his emotions.

Even when it comes to the women around him, he always uses them more than emotions.

But now the way Zhou Ke'er looked at Zhang Yi, it was not so much hatred as it was the madness of being in love but unable to get it.

It’s weird.

Could a lone wolf like Zhang Yi be easily influenced by anyone?

Zhou Ke'er glanced at the unconscious man on the bed again, and an indescribable feeling welled up in her heart. She knew very well that she couldn't do it, and neither could Yang Siya and Yang Xinxin, but this man did it.

Zhou Keer shook her head, thinking that she was probably crazy. For Deng Shentong, this was not a glorious thing.

She remembered the first time she saw the man. He looked so proud and dazzling, and at first glance he was the arrogant type.

Unlike these floating women, he is the captain of the investigation team in Blizzard City and has tremendous power. Why would he be willing to be submissive to others?

Zhang Yi had obviously used some inferior means to imprison him here and force him to accept it.

Zhang Yi muttered to himself for a long time, as if he had experienced a long and chaotic dream, and finally gradually got rid of the confused and trance feeling.

He slowly raised his head, stared at Zhou Ke'er, and said softly: "Thank you, go back first, if you need anything, I will contact you again."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Yi's expression suddenly changed. His originally gentle gaze instantly became as sharp as a knife. He stared at Zhou Ke'er closely and added in a serious tone: "You can't tell anyone a word of what you saw today, including to other people in the shelter."

Zhou Ke'er's heart was shocked. She was naturally aware of the interests involved, and nodded vigorously to show that she understood. Then she turned and left, her steps seemed a little hasty.

Reason told her that she must not get involved in this mess. Zhang Yi's current mental state did not look normal at all, so it would not be surprising if he did something crazy.

But out of her doctor's instinct and a woman's compassionate nature, Zhou Ke'er couldn't help but turn around and remind him: "The human body is more fragile than you think. I'm just a surgeon. If he wants to die, I can't do anything if his injuries are too serious."

Zhang Yi clenched his teeth tightly, veins bulged on his forehead, and his complexion kept changing, sometimes blue, sometimes white.

"I won't let him die! That would be too easy for him!" Zhang Yi squeezed out these words from between his teeth. His voice was low and hoarse, filled with uncontrollable hatred.

He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deeply into his palms, as if only this could slightly ease the pain and unwillingness in his heart.

Seeing that Zhang Yi's condition was getting out of control again, Zhou Ke'er took a step back in fear, shook her head, and finally said nothing, opened the door and walked out.

Back in the car, Uncle You turned around and asked her curiously, "Who did Xiao Zhang ask you to treat?"

Zhou Keer took a deep breath, looked at the vast white world outside the window, and said vaguely: "Nothing, go back early."

She patted her cheeks and sobered up a little.

Zhou Ke'er probably understood why Zhang Yi suddenly became cold towards her and Yang Siya and others, but she did not feel any jealousy towards the silver-haired man.

Instead, I felt that he was really pitiful.

Perhaps it was because his fragile appearance was just too beautiful, like a blood-stained white rose, gorgeous yet broken.