Although he didn't have much strength and it was difficult for his body to support him, he still avoided her respectfully at this time.

She knew he couldn't hold it anymore, she could feel it from the way his head rested heavier and heavier on her shoulder.

"Leng Lintian, the nearest hospital from here is about 20 minutes' drive away..."

"Go straight ahead and turn left in front..."

"Leng Lintian, we're at the intersection now. Turn left and go straight."

"Can you hold on?"

"Leng Lintian......"

The blood soaked her shoulders and dyed her skirt red. She frowned tightly and her heart beat loudly.

Leng Lintian's arms holding her hands were getting weaker and weaker. Every time he was about to break away, he held her tightly again.

"The rear wheel of the motorcycle fell in love with the front wheel, chasing it throughout every inch of land that the front wheel passed, silently paying attention to and accompanying it..."

The wind at night seemed to be stained with the smell of blood.

Leng Lintian's voice became deeper and deeper: "Jing Jiaren, I know you don't have me in your heart."

Jing Jiaren stared at the lights passing by quickly in the night, with only confusion in her eyes.

"But I am the only person suitable to accompany you on this journey... ahem..."

The hospital was about to arrive, and the hands that tightly held Jing Jiaren were slowly loosening.

"Leng Lintian!?"

His body fell towards the ground, and the last two words that sounded in her ears were -

"Press the brake..."

At night, a sharp sound of heavy motorcycle braking suddenly cut across the night sky.

Jing Jiaren's mind went blank. She forgot how she got out of the car, how she ran into the hospital, and how she taught the nurses to carry people out.

There was a lot of blood on Leng Lintian's body, and the white sheets were stained red as soon as he was put on the stretcher.

Jing Jiaren clutched her skirt. Her hands were also stained with blood. Wherever she smeared it, it was red.

…

Leng Lintian was pushed into the emergency room and the lights were turned on.

Jing Jiaren leaned against the wall outside the operation at a loss, feeling chills all over her body.

Why did a good date end up like this?

The corners of her mouth curled up helplessly, her body leaned against the wall, and slowly slid to the ground, with the ostrich protecting her posture.

Fortunately, the operating room opened soon after, and two nurses came out to get blood bags.

Jing Jiaren rushed up to ask about the situation: "Is he okay?"

"There is a ten centimeter wound on the back of the head. He is bleeding excessively. He has been given stitches...it is not life-threatening..."

The sky gradually began to brighten, and the clouds were illuminated by the sunrise, giving the sky a fiery glow.

Jing Jiaren was sitting on a chair when she was suddenly awakened by a nightmare. She opened her eyes sleepily and saw a handsome man lying on the bed.

She got up, checked the infusion bag, and sat back down.

Leng Lintian suffered multiple bruises on his body, but they were all flesh wounds and not serious.

But the wound on the back of his head was actually fatal. If treatment was not received in time, excessive blood loss would be life-threatening.

Jing Jiaren pursed her lips and flipped through Leng Lintian's case report.

The nurse said that he had a history of surgery before and had long and deep surgical scars on his head. He also had many postoperative scars on his body, although they have all faded...

But what shocked Jing Jiaren the most was his right hand.

He never took off his gloves or let anyone touch the screen with his right hand because of the metal prosthesis.

There was a trace of trance in Jing Jiaren's eyes when she just woke up, staring at Leng Lintian's right hand on the bed.
Chapter completed!