"What's going on!" Jiang Dong, in the passenger seat, scolded the driver. "Your wife is in the car, how can you drive like that!"

"Assistant Jiang, I stopped because there was someone ahead of me."

Jiang Dong looked ahead and said, "There's nobody here."

"There really is someone!" The driver immediately got out of the car and went around to the front. "It's a child, he's fainted!"

Jiang Dong got out of the car to check and quickly returned to report to Qiao Wanwan, "Madam, it's the child we rescued in the slums that day. He was seriously injured, but we didn't hit him. Judging from the wound, it's a knife wound."

Qiao Wanwan frowned. "What are you waiting for? Get him to the hospital right away!"

"yes."

The boy was lifted into a car and rushed to the hospital.

Qiao Wanwan examined his wound, and just as Jiang Dong had said, it was indeed a knife wound, and a very serious one at that!

"Wasn't he in a nursing home? How could he be so badly injured?"

"Madam, I'll contact the nursing home to inquire."

"That's not important anymore." Qiao Wanwan took his pulse. "His breathing is very weak. Jiang Dong, call my master and tell him to go to the hospital immediately, otherwise I'm afraid this child won't make it through the surgery!"

"yes."

Qiao Wanwan took out a small box from her bag, took out a pill from it, and fed it to the boy with water.

After a short while, the boy slowly opened his eyes.

"Don't be afraid," Qiao Wanwan reassured her. "You're safe now. I'll take you to the hospital."

The boy opened his mouth, his breath weak, and managed to speak with difficulty, "I...I know where that white-haired man went..."