Chapter 91 Blood Debt Repaid with Blood

Outside the operating room, the lights above were on. This was his third time standing here.

The first time was because of Grandpa, the second time was because of Father Jian, and the third time was because of Jian Mo.

Huo Qi Chen took out a cigarette box, lit it, and his hands were shaking a little, so it took him a while to light it.

Mu Yi stood behind him, wanting to say something but stopping herself several times. She never expected that Huo Qi Chen had developed such a special and different treatment for Jian Mo.

He was actually afraid... She had followed him for so many years, and had encountered many ups and downs, but this was the first time she saw him express such emotion...

For an hour and a half, Huo Qichen sat there smoking one cigarette after another. He was completely immersed in a fog and his face looked very ugly.

Finally, the doctor wheeled the patient out of the operating room and asked, "Who are the family members?"

Huo Qichen stood up and said, "I am her husband."

Mu Yi's heart sank.

"Let me tell you what's going on. Your wife's arm was broken. We put a splint on it. She'll need to recover for a while. Otherwise, there's nothing serious, just some minor scrapes."

Huo Qi Chen looked over and saw Jian Mo lying unconscious on the hospital bed. Her left forearm was in a cast and there were scratches on her face. She had no life left and looked like she was dying.

His heart tightened.

"Next, go and complete the hospitalization procedures. I'll be under observation for a few days."

Mu Yi gripped the vibrating phone tightly and said with difficulty, "I'll go, Mr. Huo."

Huo Qichen remained silent. A spark caught the cigarette butt, bringing him back to his senses. "She was in a car accident. Has she had a full-body checkup? Is there anything wrong with her internal organs?"

The doctor handed him a form to sign. "I've checked. There's nothing else wrong. It's just that her mental state isn't very good. She woke up several times during the operation and kept mumbling something about having to go to the company. Your wife is such a workaholic."

Huo Qichen paused in his movement of holding the pen, his heart clenched.

Mu Yi arranged a VIP ward. Jian Mo was still asleep in the ward. Huo Qichen was sitting beside the bed, staring at her absentmindedly.

Soon someone came to the door with a folder in his hand. "Mr. Huo, all the detailed information is here."

Huo Qi Chen took it and quickly opened it, revealing a stack of photos. Some of them showed Jian Mo lying on the road, with a shared bicycle pressing on her. The bloodstains were glaring, like a broken porcelain doll.

"There was a car accident on the road from the hospital to Huo's today, and there was a huge traffic jam. My wife got off the shared bike and set off, and she was being followed all the way. The driver was a small-time thug who had just been released from prison a few days ago. According to him, he was simply seeking revenge against society. We checked the surveillance cameras along the way, and he's been following my wife these past few days. It was intentional, and there must be someone behind it."

There is a surveillance video in which Jian Mo realized that someone was following her, so she took a shortcut, but was still hit.

Huo Qichen sneered and looked through the man's information. "Little gangster, does he drive a Mercedes?"

The man was stunned. "Is it Zhou's... Should we investigate Zhou Liangqi?"

Huo Qichen's profile was filled with hostility, and he concluded, "It's not him. This method is too simple and low-level for him."

"Why today..." He tapped his knee carelessly while holding the folder. "What's your purpose? Don't you want Jian Mo to attend the meeting?"

He glanced at Mu Yi standing beside him and had already come to a preliminary conclusion: "Let's investigate inside the Huo family."

She pursed her lips, "...Yes."

Huo Qichen instructed another person, his tone laced with cruelty, "Keep him under guard. When the investigation is finished, I will make him pay with blood."

Jian Mo had a dream. In the dream, she arrived safely at Huo's company. Xiao Chen pulled her to run, complaining why she was so slow. Then she pushed open the door of the conference room and apologized to the leader. Then she turned on the computer and began to explain the ideas of her design. She analyzed it in detail and it was as natural and smooth as she had imagined.

Finally, the drawing was approved successfully and everyone applauded her. She smiled and looked up, and was surprised to see Huo Qichen standing at the door, curling his lips at her lazily.

Soon she woke up from the dream. Jian Mo opened her eyes suddenly and saw only the snow-white ceiling. The nurse was standing by the bed, adjusting the drip speed for her.

"Are you awake? I'll go get the doctor."

Jian Mo was stunned. She looked at the things in the ward and saw a coat draped on the chair. It belonged to Huo Qichen.

She lost her voice, "Nurse, what's wrong with me?"

"You've been in a car accident. Don't move. Wait until the anesthetic wears off. I'll go call the doctor."

Soon, the nurse came in with a doctor and performed various examinations on her. The doctor looked serious and said, "Apart from the fracture, there's nothing serious. Rest well for a few days and don't move around."

Only then did Jian Mo see that her arm was in a cast. In that instant, she finally remembered that she had been hit by a car and her elbow hit the ground first when she fell. No wonder she had a fracture.

Yes, she collapsed at the door of Huo's company and did not attend the meeting...

Jian Mo grabbed the corner of the nurse's coat and said, "Nurse, who sent me here? Where is the owner of this coat?"

Mentioning this, the nurse's smile widened, a touch of shyness in it. "The police brought you here. Your husband signed the document. He was just here. Look." She took out a mirror and placed it in front of Jian Mo. "He cleaned your face himself. He said you loved beauty the most. You must be angry with him if your face is damaged."

There were some scratches on his face, but apart from some redness, there was no sign of any sand or dust.

Jian Mo couldn't explain her mood. It was hard to imagine that someone like Huo Qichen would be patient enough to wipe her face, but she might not be the one who loved this face the most.

"Are you unhappy?" The nurse realized that she had said too much. The director had told her that this ward was very special and that she must be coaxed and taken care of well. Could it be that the marriage of rich people is not as beautiful as it seems?

Jian Mo was in a bad mood, "Where are the others?"

"It seems he went to answer the phone."

The nurse waited until she finished the IV drip before packing up the equipment and leaving. She leaned on the bed alone for a long time, her expression dull and wooden.

"Mr. Huo." There were two bodyguards standing at the door.

Jian Mo was startled. She glanced sideways and saw Huo Qichen walking in leisurely, his phone still in his hand. He asked, "Are you awake?"

For some reason, Jian Mo started to tremble as soon as she saw him. Her eyes turned red and she let out her suppressed emotions bit by bit. "Huo Qichen, I thought I was going to die. When the car hit me, I really thought I was going to die."

The trembling tone at the end of the words made Huo Qichen quicken his pace to her side, "It's okay now."

Filled with fear, Jian Mo looked up at him, tears streaming down her face. "I don't have any grudges against anyone, so who wants to kill me?"

He pursed his lips and said in a heavy tone, "We're still investigating. The driver is a small-time gangster and has been taken into custody. There must be someone behind this."

Someone instructed... that means it was intentional. Jian Mo couldn't imagine that she had been targeted for so long. She grabbed the corner of Huo Qichen's clothes and said, "A few days ago, I always felt that someone was following me. Could it be him? Ask someone to check the surveillance."