0065 Returning Home (1)

Even after the operating room door was closed, Zhiwen still felt a lump in her throat.

He wanted to vomit, but because he had held it in for so long, it became difficult.

I can only take it slow and let go of the pent-up frustration in my heart.

The doctors and nurses passing by all cast glances at him as he slumped on the bench, looking as if he would never get up again.

As long as he turns around, he can see the frail figure pacing anxiously downstairs outside the window.

It was already late at night. Winter in B City is no joke.

But he was unwilling to turn back.

He wanted to know how long that seemingly weak and vulnerable woman, who was actually ruthless enough to draw her knife against her own boss, was willing to stand for the people she had hurt.

He's so stupid. He should have realized when Wan Qifuze said he'd stay in Y province to recover and leave a few days later that Wan Qifuze had never been so willing to send He Lingling back to the capital first while he himself stayed far away. No, he should have seen through it much earlier. His relationship with Old Master Qi might be genuine, and his relationship with Qi Le might be secondary, but he would never be willing to personally appear in the Southern Border at this crucial moment, just to fulfill Qi Le's dream of reuniting with his brother and sister-in-law.

All of this was just Shen Chengsi changing his fiancée's original overseas travel destination to a domestic one in order to do Wanqi Fuze a favor, simply to make it easier for Wanqi Fuze to tell a lie in front of Guan Kai.

Wan Qifu sent Zhiwen back to B City early on, while he himself took a flight back to Beijing less than an hour before He Lingling. He was certain that Guan Kai would make a move while he was "out of B City," but he never expected that He Lingling would personally get into Guan Kai's car.

This is the second time.

He put her in danger out of his sight.

He couldn't figure out how Guan Kai had seduced He Lingling, making her willing to risk her life.

Just like Zhiwen couldn't understand why Miss He would rather believe a complete stranger who wished she could kill her than give Wan Qifuze, who had protected her wholeheartedly for so many years, a kind look.

But why did she cry so hard in front of him, who was covered in blood, that she couldn't straighten up?

So she had a heart after all?

Or is it that when one is in a state of panic, the heart guides a person to do what they truly want to do?

He recalled that horrific scene, which almost made him think that he would have to give his life to atone for his sins and give an account to Master Wan.

Especially when they saw the two people who were rescued from the car, covered in dust and dirt, along with the shocking bloodstains.

Wan Qifuze, pale-faced, was held unconscious in He Lingling's arms.

He Lingling's face was covered in tears, and her eyes were filled with despair, but she did not make a sound.

Her frail figure contrasted sharply with Wanqi Fuze, yet the scene at this moment was quite bizarre.

The petite woman held him tightly, supporting his tall frame, making it seem as if Wanqi Fuze was the weaker one.

Perhaps he had waited too long for this moment, and she finally reacted instinctively as his life began to show signs of exhaustion.

However, it caused trouble for the staff.

No, it's not a small problem. It's a big problem.

The armed police had already blocked off nearly 3,000 meters of the road. A military medical vehicle arrived, and a stretcher had been placed in front of the two of them, but He Lingling was reluctant to let go.

In that life-or-death moment, she held him tightly like a madwoman, unwilling to hand him over to anyone else.

It was as if his life would slip away the moment he let go.

At first, Zhiwen suppressed his anger and called her "Miss He". Later, seeing that she was unyielding, he became less polite and tore her thin wrists until they were red. He knocked her to the ground several times, but she changed her position and hugged him tightly, unwilling to let go.

The medical staff spoke first, saying it was just an arm injury, and they were doing some hemostasis here, but he needed to be taken back to the hospital as soon as possible to remove the bullet...

At this point, He Lingling finally came to her senses, grabbed the doctor's hand, and tears streamed down her face like broken beads, making Zhiwen anxious.

"He won't die, will he?" She wiped away her tears forcefully, cleared her throat, and, as if annoyed by her earlier unclear speech, asked again slowly and deliberately, or rather, said it again: "He won't die."

The doctor, accustomed to such scenes, was momentarily stunned. Then, slowly and solemnly, he repeated her words: "He will not die."

Zhiwen saw He Lingling nod quietly.

She hugged him tighter, her face pale, and pressed her own cold, wet face against his cold face.

Everyone who saw her little actions felt a little sad, but she, who had been silent all along, suddenly burst into tears.

He Lingling finally got into the car with them and went to the hospital again.

This broke the rules; it was Zheng Long who persuaded him to try breaking them once.

He cursed incoherently, thinking Zheng Long was just going along with Wanqi Fuzhe's nonsense. But he forgot that it was Zheng Long who reminded him not to rush to call an ambulance.

Yes, he was so flustered that he forgot how serious the matter was, and how could he just send the person to a regular hospital? He also forgot how many connections and relationships needed to be taken care of beforehand, so he only couldn't help but curse when he saw the armed police and military ambulance, realizing that he was the only one kept in the dark.

This was a trap that Wanqi Fuze had set up long ago, a trap where he treated his own life as a joke.

He stared blankly at the figure still lingering downstairs.

He recalled that many years ago, when Wanqi Fuze started his business, he drank with a fat, oily-faced boss who liked to bully newcomers. They drank until the middle of the night. The young and vibrant city of B gradually became quiet, but the table was still filled with clinking glasses and a smoky atmosphere.

That day, Wanqi Fuze vomited until he couldn't stand up straight, but his eyes remained clear.

“Take me home,” he said to Zhiwen.

In truth, he was in unbearable pain because of the strong smell of rice wine, because of the failed business deal, because he was humiliated at a young age, and because he was once again on the verge of business failure and cash flow problems...

But the first thing that came to mind was going home, back to my own home, back to the home where she was.

It was also a bitterly cold winter night.

P.S.: I only got hit in the arm!!! I told everyone that~