"Zhang Guodong." Just as Zhang Guodong was about to give the group of men dressed as managers a stern lecture, a cry of surprise suddenly rang out from the crowd. Zhang Guodong, who was filled with murderous intent at this moment, had taken down eight of the men in a few seconds. He didn't even bother to see who in the crowd recognized him. He stepped to the front of the car, ripped off the plastic sheet, and with a few pills in his hand, swiftly popped them into the girl's mouth. With his other hand, he didn't let go, circulating his life force and demonic energy into the girl's body to help the pills neutralize their medicinal and spiritual power as quickly as possible.
If the pill couldn't dissolve quickly enough, it wouldn't be effective in providing emergency relief. At that moment, he felt the girl had almost stopped breathing, and her body was growing cold, making him even more anxious. Therefore, Zhang Guodong even went so far as to mix in an extremely precious "Hundred Herbs Rejuvenating Pill."
The Hundred Herbs Rejuvenating Pill, refined in the Hundred Herbs Cauldron, now comparable to a mid-grade alchemy furnace, possesses extraordinary effects. Beyond mid-grade pills, it affects the soul. The human head is the most important location of the soul; once the soul is damaged, or even dissipated, even if the body is saved, the life cannot ultimately be restored.
The girl jumped from the seventh floor, cushioning her fall several times. This reduced the impact force, but the height is still significant for an average person. Judging from the four dents in the car hood, the girl's life was rapidly slipping away; she was in critical condition. Basically, if she couldn't get her to a hospital, she might die.
Zhang Guodong wasn't entirely sure. But since he had encountered her, he couldn't let the blossoming flower of her life wither away.
Most importantly, it's about keeping your brain healthy.
In the crowd, the acquaintance who had just exclaimed in surprise immediately reached for his weapon. But his colleague, Editor-in-Chief Ren, immediately stopped him, saying, "Jiawei, you can't make this call. You should know who owns this club; we can't afford to offend them."
That's right, this woman is Bai Jiawei, the reporter Bai, whom Zhang Guodong met at the rocky cliffs in the mountains. She and Zhang Guodong haven't seen or contacted each other for a long time. She never expected to see him in this kind of situation.
To be honest, when Bai Jiawei first met Zhang Guodong, she didn't have a very good impression of him. However, after Zhang Guodong saved her from a dangerous situation that night, her impression of him changed a lot. Then there was the matter of Zhang Guodong secretly handling the footage he had taken and returning the camera; she accepted it all.
After returning to CCTV, Bai Jiawei gained the favor of a veteran and was promoted to deputy editor-in-chief of a department. Coupled with her beauty, she is now doing very well, and some playboys in Beijing are pursuing her. Her status has risen even more.
This time, she was in the southwest on official business with a research team from higher authorities to conduct follow-up reporting on water and soil management in the southwestern province. Her colleague, who was also her superior, was invited to the Royal City Club thanks to Bai Jiawei's connections.
The Imperial City Club is frequented by people of high status and prestige. Many people come here at any cost just to get to know some of the members.
Bai Jiawei witnessed the latter part of Zhang Guodong's rescue. Seeing so many people watching but no one calling for help, she immediately took out her own. She was in a hurry.
But her colleague and boss, Editor-in-Chief Ren, was a shrewd person. He knew that once that call was made, the consequences would be unpredictable. To put it bluntly, it was a question of whether this person could be saved. They would both have to jeopardize their futures.
"So we're just going to watch that girl die?" Bai Jiawei said angrily. Without waiting for the editor-in-chief's wry smile and unnatural expression, she dialed the number.
No one dared to neglect the call from Yang at the Royal City Club. In fact, the traffic police at the intersection had already made their call when Bai Jiawei dialed the number.
A moment later, the urgent sound of police sirens came from afar; the regiment's vehicle had arrived.
Editor-in-Chief Ren watched the ambulance speeding towards them, his mouth agape in disbelief. He'd only just called? And it arrived so quickly? The ambulance service in Kunming, Southwest Province, was incredibly efficient.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to him anymore, he smiled wryly and muttered, "I mustn't let anyone notice. Sigh, I'm still too young and inconsiderate!"
Seeing a group of people in white coats quickly get out of the ambulance, Zhang Guodong merely glanced at them indifferently. He focused on quickly neutralizing the effects of the medicinal pill. He realized that the girl's injuries weren't limited to her head; her spine was likely broken as well. Compared to that, fractures in other parts of her body were only minor injuries.
His first priority was to preserve her brain and keep her soul intact. Otherwise, everything else would be in vain.
"Move aside, let Dr. Zhong take a look." A nurse accompanying Zhang Guodong frowned when she saw he wouldn't move. Next to them was a middle-aged man whose name tag clearly stated he was an emergency room doctor.
Zhang Guodong didn't respond to the nurse, but simply turned his body to the side. Dr. Zhong took one look, performed a quick examination, and immediately gasped, saying with deep regret, "It's too late, he's already dead!"
One sentence sealed their fate, and even the nurses slowed down their movements.
"She's not dead yet, get her to the hospital immediately." Zhang Guodong released the girl's hand and said coldly. His voice brooked no argument, and the people who had been delayed couldn't help but look at Dr. Zhong.
Dr. Zhong looked displeased and said, "I am a doctor. I know better than you whether a person is dead or not. The spine is broken, the head is severely injured, and the fractures in other parts of the body are minor injuries. Look at yourself, your hands and feet are ice cold."
"Shut up, I said you're not dead, so you're not dead. Get in the car now."
Dr. Zhong's face flushed red and then turned pale. Seeing Zhang Guodong's murderous glare, he immediately waved his hand. The paramedics below sprang into action. But in their hearts, these paramedics thought, "Every..."
Everyone believes their loved ones still have hope, which is understandable. They all tacitly agree. It's best not to get entangled with such people. Otherwise, they might do something irrational.
Xun got into the ambulance, and Zhang Guodong followed immediately. As he was closing the ambulance door, Zhang Guodong glanced at the window on the seventh floor; it was terribly cold and gloomy.
The siren blared loudly as the ambulance sped away from the Royal City Clubhouse, heading towards the nearest hospital.
Bai Jiawei immediately got into her car, which contained a camera, and they followed her there too.
go.
"Bai Jiawei, where are you going?" Editor-in-Chief Ren was caught off guard as her car sped off. He shouted anxiously. His heart skipped a beat, and he immediately understood. If this matter wasn't handled properly, this righteous old lady Bai might get involved, and that would be terrible.
Shortly after the ambulance and Bai Jiawei's car left, several young men arrived at the club. One of them was Liang Jun, who had invited Bai Jiawei. He was accompanied by several friends; their backing was considerable.
Upon noticing Bai Jiawei's absence, Ku Jun immediately asked Editor-in-Chief Ren, "Where did Jiawei go? What's going on here?"
Liang Jun and several friends were guests here, but their identities were those of platinum cardholders. As for Liang Jun's background, his father is Liang Shaokun, the newly appointed Executive Minister of the Ministry of Public Security. He belongs to the younger generation and has a bright future.
"Young Master Liang, someone jumped from the seventh floor just now. Bai Jiawei went with the ambulance and drove it away! Oh, by the way, she seems to know the man who went to the ambulance to save the person, what's his name? Zhang Guodong?" Editor-in-Chief Ren hurriedly said.
He only came to the club this time because of Bai Jiawei; otherwise, someone like him wouldn't have caught the eye of these young masters. Making this connection might be very beneficial in the future.
"Someone I know? Zhang Yindong?" Liang Jun thought back in confusion. He seemed to have no idea who Zhang Guodong was.
"Young Master Liang, who is that Zhang Guodong? Could he be Miss Bai's suitor? Haha!" a young man next to him joked. "Miss Bai is single now, you'd better hurry up and win her over, hehe."
"Go away, get out of here! I'm planning to go to the hospital, are you guys coming or not?" Liang Jun cursed, but the young men didn't get angry. They just smiled and seemed used to joking like this among themselves.
"Go away, there's nothing interesting to do here anyway!"
In the intensive care unit of Kunming People's Hospital, a miracle resuscitation has just been completed. A person initially declared dead at the scene has survived in the intensive care unit. Medically, brain death is considered true death. However, this patient's brain waves were strong and stable, indicating that his heartbeat was actually returning.
However, the patient suffered a fractured mid-vertebra, severed nerves below the chest, and numerous other fractures of varying sizes. Whether the patient will wake up remains to be seen; severe paralysis is the most optimistic estimate.
But this news was extremely exciting and spread very quickly and loudly.
Looking at the girl wheeled out of the emergency room and into the intensive care unit, her face was deathly pale, devoid of any color, and she looked so frail and delicate, evoking pity. Her hands, covered in thick calluses, left Zhang Guodong speechless for a long time. This was a girl from a family that had suffered greatly.
"Guodong, don't worry, your little sister has survived a terrible ordeal. She's bound to have good fortune! Let the police handle this. We should trust the police." Bai Jiawei comforted Zhang Guodong, seeing his grim expression.
But as she spoke, her voice trailed off. She knew the other party was the Royal City Club. The local police couldn't handle this matter, nor did they dare to.
"If that doesn't work, I'll report this. I refuse to believe that the media can't force them to back down; they're driving someone to their death! This has been going on for so long, and they haven't even sent anyone to visit!" He snorted. This is outrageous!
"No need." Zhang Guodong said after a long pause, his voice growing colder, making Bai Jiawei feel uneasy. "I'll handle this!"
"Oh, how do you plan to handle this? They are..." Bai Jiawei asked worriedly upon hearing this. She was afraid that Zhang Guodong would act impulsively; those people were people even the provincial bigwigs didn't want to mess with.
“You don’t need to get involved in this, but I have a favor to ask of you. Please take care of her for me, and also, please apply for police protection. I’ll be back very late. Do you agree?” Zhang Guodong said.
Seeing that Zhang Guodong was serious, Bai Jiawei nodded quickly. She wasn't going to give up on something she'd encountered. Just moments ago, Bai Jiawei had refused Liang Jun's invitation again and stayed at the hospital. This made Liang Jun's gaze towards Zhang Guodong quite unfriendly as she left.
Zhang Guodong nodded and left the hospital. If the law couldn't punish him, he'd resort to violence! Liao Tian, Liu Zhengyuan, and that Royal City Club—you'll pay a bloody price!
I originally intended to write more in this chapter. Otherwise, how would I define anger? But then I thought it would be better to break it down into two parts. It would be more logical to continue writing below.
There will be another update tonight, and Tiandao will continue writing. To be honest, Tiandao is really struggling to keep going. His head is spinning right now, and he doesn't know if he has heatstroke.
However, failing to complete the mission would be letting everyone down. Tiandao chose to persevere. Tiandao had already explained the details in the group chat. Tiandao is overweight, and Xi'an has been experiencing sweltering heat these past few days, so you can imagine his condition in his rented apartment; he hasn't had a proper rest for several days.
That's all for now. The next update will be tonight, but I can't say what time it will be finished. Once it's done, I'll revise it and upload it. Thank you all for your support!
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