When Mu Yuezhu opened the car door and motioned Dr. Zhong to come in, Dr. Zhong took a special look inside the car. A man whose face could not be seen was lying unconscious in the back seat. A little girl turned her head to look at him after hearing the voice. Her round almond-shaped eyes were filled with tears, and she whimpered from her throat from time to time.

He doesn't look like a trafficker, no problem.

Dr. Zhong lowered his guard, got into the back seat, opened the box he was carrying, took out his gloves and put them on, and without turning around, instructed, "Open the windows and doors. The patient needs ventilation. Take your hands away so I can observe the wound. You get out."

However, what responded to him was the sound of a door being locked. Dr. Zhong knew it was the sound of a car door being locked.

He slowly narrowed his eyes and looked at the little girl next to him who still looked innocent and worried, and then looked at Mu Yuezhu who was driving in front.

Mu Yuezhu was no longer as panicked as before. She seemed to be driving calmly, if you ignored her trembling hands.

Dr. Zhong laughed out of anger. It would be a shame for this lady to not win the Best Actress award for her superb acting skills.

Doctor Zhong retracted his gaze and looked at Hua Yuanjun's wound. Although the girl was sobbing, she let go after hearing the doctor's advice and locking the car door.

It's a gunshot wound.

It seems that he has gotten on a pirate ship today.

Doctor Zhong was speechless: "..."

Seeing that Dr. Zhong didn't move, Tong Yanqi grabbed his thigh and begged bitterly: "I'm sorry, we have no other way. Can you save him first? I can give you any compensation you want, please——"

"Hiss--" The expression on Dr. Zhong's face was distorted. He looked at the fear and worry that could not be concealed on the girl's face, and knew in his heart that this girl was really naive. It seemed that she had no other choice but to turn him into the car.

But why did she grab her thigh?! Doesn't she know how strong her grip is?!

Mu Yuezhu, who was driving, looked at the rearview mirror and didn't understand what Dr. Zhong's distorted expression meant.

After hesitating for a moment, she spoke hesitantly: "Doctor Zhong, I hope you can cure him. Otherwise, I don't know what I will do if I lose my mind. But if you cure him, we will reward you handsomely!"

This sentence was full of threats, but Mu Yuezhu said it hesitantly and softly, without any deterrent effect.

Dr. Zhong was once again made to laugh by this woman. She had figured out how to use both soft and hard tactics.

He glanced at the girl beside him who was clutching his thigh, then at Mu Yuezhu, whose hands were trembling. He rolled his eyes rudely and said in a bad tone, "Find a quiet place and give me three days."

As soon as he said this, the hand that was tightly gripping his thigh suddenly loosened, and the pain suddenly disappeared. At the same time, Dr. Zhong heard a long sigh of relief coming from beside him.

Doctor Zhong: “…”

It's his bad luck.

Dr. Zhong rolled his eyes again, turned his head, looked at Mu Yuezhu who was driving in front, and reminded him unhappily: "I will take the patient seriously and be responsible when he comes to my care. Stop shaking, or the three of us will be finished."

He dares to shake his hands while driving, he really is not afraid of death.

Mu Yuezhu swallowed, tried to control her emotions, and replied softly, "Okay."

In the next few days, with the help of the two girls, Dr. Zhong successfully performed a minor operation and saved the patient.

After confirming that the patient was in good condition and the wound would not become inflamed again, Dr. Zhong boarded the flight abroad under the nervous gaze of the two girls.

He was fed up with being watched and monitored. Day after day, he was extremely unlucky.

As soon as he was born, he would go to his parents' home to worship his ancestors and ask them to help him get rid of the bad luck and bless his descendants.

From then on, the person Mu Yuezhu had to take care of, in addition to Tong Yanqi, who was in his third year of high school, was also a patient who was temporarily unable to take care of himself.

During that time, Mu Yuezhu was so busy and worried that she didn't even have time to mourn her lost love.

Recalling the chaos of war, Mu Yuezhu missed it very much. Listening to Tong Yanqi's cheerful chattering beside her, the corners of her mouth rose slightly.

Tong Yanqi naturally would not tell the audience in the live broadcast room such details, so what she shared with them was the abridged version.

"I heard that Brother Hua needed help, so I asked Yuezhu to drive me there. When I got there, I found that Brother Hua had many wounds on his body. He must have met an enemy, so we rushed to save him and rescued him."

After saying that, Tong Yanqi looked straight at the camera, as if waiting for the audience's reaction.

Since the audience was all prepared to concentrate on listening to the gossip, there were very few comments on the public screen.

After Tong Yanqi said this, there was still no reaction from the barrage.

It wasn't until the two sides were deadlocked for a minute that the barrage of comments gradually reacted.

[Dharma Monk: Are you finished?]

[Love-brained people are only fit to pick wild vegetables: Is it over?]

【Wait for me: Then what? 】

[Sister takes me: Huh?]

【Mozhu: Huh?】

Seeing that the fans finally responded, Tong Yanqi nodded and responded while looking at the barrage: "Yes, that's it."

【Dharma Monk: thumbs up.jpg】

[My sister took me: ...]

[A love-brained person is only fit to pick wild vegetables: Xiaoxi, your ability to summarize is also quite good]

[Wait for me: Is this called "elaborate"?]

[Mozhu: Even through the screen, I could sense the deep perfunctory attitude]

【Heartbroken Puppy: And then! 】

"And then? There was no then. We just saved someone who fell on the side of the road. What else is there to say?"

Tong Yanqi said innocently, "This isn't a novel where you can write a million words of love, hate, and vengeance."

Some fans who were unwilling to give up even tried to guide the anchor.

[Mozhu: For example, who injured Hua Shao? ]

Tong Yanqi tilted his head in thought, then shook his head. "I don't know. Neither of us knows. I only know that after Hua recovered from his illness, he gathered his strength and successfully fought his way into the business world. We don't know anything else."

[Mozhu: Looking at Sister Yuezhu's intriguing smile, I know things are not that simple.]

Mu Yuezhu was apparently also lurking in Tong Yanqi's livestream room. Seeing her comments, she responded to Mo Zhu's words: "What smile? I just smiled at the memory of the past, and now it's intriguing? Mo Zhu, don't let your imagination run wild."

“…”

never mind.

Seeing that both hosts started to act dumb in tacit understanding, the fans decided not to investigate further.

[Mozhu: Forget it, I'm going back to my sister's live broadcast room. Sister Qi, you should think carefully about how to make a meal that won't be too unpalatable.]

Tong Yanqi's playful smile disappeared in an instant.

No, why the personal attacks?