Although Fu Yan had subdued Jin Ting, he still had to deal with two knife-wielding thugs, which put him in a dangerous situation.

With his exceptional reflexes and fighting skills, he narrowly avoided fatal attacks, but his arms and back were still slashed several times, and his clothes were instantly stained with blood.

Lu Yuwu was tied up to the side, watching with a pounding heart. Tears streamed down her face as she made anxious whimpering noises, struggling desperately but unable to break free of the ropes.

Jin Ting was pinned down by Fu Yan, watching him get injured while protecting another woman, seeing the resoluteness and undisguised disgust in his eyes, and her last shred of reason completely collapsed.

Taking advantage of the moment when Fu Yan was parrying another thug's attack, she suddenly broke free of one hand, pulled out a small dagger that she had prepared beforehand from her waist, and stabbed it toward Fu Yan's back with a frantic look in her eyes!

"Ugh!" Fu Yan sensed the danger behind him, but it was too late to dodge. He could only try his best to turn to the side, and the dagger pierced deep into the area below his right shoulder blade.

He groaned, his movements slowing instantly.

Another assailant seized the opportunity and slashed his abdomen with a knife.

"Ah!" Lu Yuwu screamed in terror as she witnessed this scene.

Jin Ting pulled out the dagger, stared at the blood gushing from Fu Yan's shoulder and his pale face from the pain, paused for a moment, then burst into maniacal laughter.

She stood up unsteadily, still clutching the blood-dripping dagger in her hand.

Jin Ting seemed to have forgotten the fighting around her, immersed in her own world. She walked step by step to the edge of a second-floor platform in the center of the factory, which had no railings and led directly to the concrete ground below. She murmured, "It's good that you're dead. If you're dead, you'll be mine forever..."

Just then, a resolute glint flashed in Lu Yuwu's eyes.

Everyone's attention was on Fu Yan and Jin Ting.

Especially since Jin Ting was standing with her back to her on the edge of the completely exposed platform.

With all the strength she had left, Lu Yuwu kicked Jin Ting hard in the lower back.

"Ah!" Caught off guard, Jin Ting let out a short scream, instantly losing her balance and falling straight off the edge of the second floor, crashing heavily onto the hard concrete ground below.

She twitched twice and then stopped moving; it was unclear whether she was dead or alive.

This sudden turn of events stunned the remaining two thugs, causing them to pause in their movements.

Despite the excruciating pain in his shoulder and abdomen, Fu Yan seized the opportunity to snatch the dagger from the assailant in front of him, subdued him, and glared fiercely at his terrified accomplice.

The tape on Lu Yuwu's mouth had loosened a bit when she kicked it hard. She twisted her head forcefully, rubbed off the tape, and, ignoring the burning pain, yelled at the two panicked thugs.

"Your boss is finished! The police are on their way! Surrender now and you might get lenient treatment! If you hurt us again, you're dead!"

Her voice was hoarse from excitement and lack of oxygen, but it carried an undeniable air of authority and composure.

The two thugs were just a bunch of ragtag people hired by Jin Ting. When they saw that Jin Ting's life or death was unknown, they immediately lost their fighting spirit. After looking at each other, they actually threw away their knives and squatted down on the ground with their heads in their hands.

Seeing that the situation was under control, Fu Yan breathed a sigh of relief, swayed, and slowly slid down to the ground against the wall. Blood was still flowing from the wounds on his shoulder and abdomen, and his face was as pale as paper.

"Fu Yan!" Lu Yuwu shouted anxiously at the two thugs squatting on the ground, "Hurry up and untie him! Do you want to wait until he bleeds to death?!"

The two men then realized what was happening and scrambled over to untie Lu Yuwu's ropes.

As soon as her hands were freed, Lu Yuwu rushed to Fu Yan's side. Seeing the blood gushing from his body, tears streamed down her face like broken beads.

Her voice trembled violently: "Fu Yan! Fu Yan, how are you? Don't scare me!"

She futilely pressed her hand against the wound on his abdomen, trying to stop the bleeding, but the warm liquid continued to seep out from between her fingers.

Fu Yan raised his uninjured hand and gently touched her cheek, forcing a weak but reassuring smile, his voice barely audible: "Don't cry, it's good that you're alright..."

"Hold on! You have to hold on!" Lu Yuwu cried, turning to the two terrified thugs and yelling, "My phone! Give me my phone! Call the police! Call an ambulance! Quickly!"

One of them hurriedly pulled out his phone and handed it to her. Lu Yuwu's fingers trembled, almost unable to hold the phone, and she quickly dialed the police and emergency numbers, giving them the address of the abandoned factory.

After doing all this, she threw away her phone, hugged Fu Yan tightly again, and pressed her face against his cold forehead.

Lu Yuwu repeatedly whispered in Fu Yan's ear, "Hang in there, Fu Yan, please hang in there. You can't get hurt. We haven't made up yet..."

...

The hospital corridor was filled with the distinctive, cold smell of disinfectant, and the lights were blindingly white.

Time stretched endlessly in the agonizing wait, each minute and second feeling like torture.

Lu Yuwu, wearing the coat that Shang Wu had hastily brought her, huddled on a bench in the corridor, her hands clasped tightly together, her knuckles white.

Her face was still streaked with tears and dust, her eyes staring blankly at the bright red indicator light above the operating room, her body trembling slightly uncontrollably. Fu Yan had been wheeled in for almost three hours; every second felt like a slow, agonizing torture.

Shang Wu and Lu Rang stayed by her side, one on each side, constantly offering soft words of comfort.

Lu Rang's face was solemn, his brows furrowed, while Shang Wu's eyes were red as she tightly held her daughter's cold hand.

Lu Zheng and Luo Jun also rushed over.

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