Xie Huaiye's body went limp and collapsed.

He lost consciousness instantly.

"Help! Help!"

Yan Ning rushed over like a madwoman, her voice trembling with tears.

A piercing alarm sounded.

Rescue workers arrived at the scene quickly.

They pried open the car door and carried the unconscious Xie Huaiye out.

They placed him on a stretcher and sped towards the ambulance.

Yan Ning stumbled and followed behind.

Overwhelmed by immense self-blame.

What am I doing?! How did I end up hurting him again?!

Xie Huaiye was taken to the VIP emergency room, while Yan Ning waited outside.

A moment later, the hospital door slammed against the wall with a loud bang.

Ren Xuelan rushed in.

Her curly hair was disheveled, and the anger in her eyes almost burned through Yan Ning.

"Su Yanning!"

Ren Xuelan's shrill voice pierced the air.

A finger adorned with red nail polish poked directly at the tip of her nose.

"Who gave you permission to let my son go racing? He was injured last time, and now he's in another one! If anything happens to him, I'll fight you to the death!"

Yan Ning's back was pressed against the cold wall, which prevented her from falling.

Her lips trembled, but she couldn't make a sound.

All I could see were images of race cars tumbling around.

It's her fault, it's all her fault.

"Xuelan! Calm down!"

Xie Heng hurriedly stepped forward to pull his wife away, his forehead beaded with sweat.

"Yan Ning meant well; she wanted Huai Ye to remember..."

"Kindness?"

Ren Xuelan suddenly turned her head, her eyes red as she glared at her husband.

"Xie Heng! You actually spoke up for an outsider? Get out! All of you, get out of here!"

She shoved the two of them frantically.

Xie Heng stumbled.

Yan Ning was also pushed hard and slammed into the door frame.

The door slammed shut.

The humming sound of the instruments inside was isolated.

The cold metal door panel pressed against Yan Ning's forehead.

She closed her eyes, and tears rolled down her cheeks silently.

Xie Heng leaned wearily against the wall, sighed, and said, "I'm sorry, Yan Ning, your aunt has such a temper..."

Yan Ning shook her head, tears falling onto the floor tiles.

“It’s my fault… Uncle…” Her voice was terribly hoarse.

The pale light in the corridor stretched her thin shadow long and curved.

Inside the emergency room, the operating lights cast a stark white glow.

Various pipelines were entangled around Xie Huaiye.

Director Wang stepped forward and examined his eyelids.

Under the bright light, his pupils only contracted slightly.

Director Wang sighed and said in a heavy tone:

"The situation is not good..."

Boundless darkness.

Xie Huaiye's consciousness floated in the darkness.

He saw a huge study.

Dark green velvet curtains blocked the sunlight, letting in only a few strands of gold.

Little Xie Huaiye was nailed to the chair.

His back was ramrod straight, stiff.

A thick, brick-like book, "Selected Works of the International Mathematical Olympiad," lay spread out in front of me.

The densely packed formulas, like black beetles, crawled all over the pages.

Outside the window.

A silvery laugh pierced the ears:

"Haha! You can't catch me!"

"It's my turn to jump!"

It was the sound of other children playing jump rope.

Fresh and scalding hot, it crashed against the cage.

Xie Huaiye could almost smell the sunshine and the scent of grass.

He wants to go out and play too! Why is everyone else having fun while he has to do these boring problems every day?

"Focus, Huaiye."

Ren Xuelan appeared behind him at some point, speaking sternly.

Xie Huaiye mustered his courage and asked, "Mom, can I go to an amusement park after my competition?"

"Amusement park?"

Ren Xuelan pursed her lips slightly, as if she had heard something amusing.

"It's pointless and a waste of time. Every minute you spend should be used to create your value."

She tapped the math olympiad book with her fingernail and said in a more serious tone:

"Remember this: you were born into the elite class, and all the noise outside has nothing to do with you."

"But I..."

Xie Huaiye suddenly raised his head, his face turning bright red.

"No buts."

Ren Xuelan interrupted him, her voice low, yet freezing everything.

The air felt heavier and denser.

The pressure was so intense that Xie Huaiye felt like he was suffocating.

"Keep doing the problems, finish them all before dinner."

He gripped the black pencil tightly in his hand.

Keep prying it open with force.

"Smack!"

The pencil finally broke.

Hot tears fell silently.

The screen in the study was shattered.

New images emerged.

He saw Xie Huaiye, who was sixteen years old.

He was sitting in the driver's seat, participating in a major international racing competition.

Centrifugal force pressed him firmly into the seat.

He operated it very quickly.

Fully engage the clutch with your left foot.

Keep your right foot on the accelerator.

The right hand suddenly shifts down.

Turn the steering wheel sharply to the left and all the way.

"Screech!!" The tires rubbed violently against the asphalt.

The entire car body was almost sideways.

He crossed the finish line!

"Ahhh, we won! We won!"

"Young Master Xie is awesome! Young Master Xie is awesome!"

"First place, first place!"

A tsunami of cheers surged from all sides, completely engulfing him.

The sound waves carried a real impact.

Confetti and streamers rained down like a torrential downpour.

The bright red race car stopped at the finish line.

The engine roared, and the car body radiated scorching heat.

The cockpit door was suddenly pushed open.

Xie Huaiye ripped off his helmet.

Sweat-soaked black hair clung to his forehead and brow bone.

He was breathing heavily, each breath carrying the burning scent of victory.

The next second, the world spun around.

He then saw a cold hospital room.

The same glaring lights, the same tangled pipes.

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