Xu Qingyun was completely stunned. After she uttered "Ji Hanchen", her voice was completely taken away.
She was breathing rapidly, her body was trembling, and her eyes were wide open but unfocused!
After a long while, Xu Qingyun finally moved her lips again, struggling to find her voice, "Ji Hanchen, can you hear me? Answer me!"
Ji Hanchen's phone was thrown far from the car. A man ran over quickly and picked it up.
"Hello, there has been a serious car accident here. I just called 120. Please don't hang up yet. I will tell you which hospital it is."
Xu Qingyun nodded immediately, trying her best to keep her voice from trembling too much, "Thank you, thank you for your trouble."
**
Ji Hanchen was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. Xu Qingyun called Ji Huai and then immediately drove to the hospital.
When she arrived, Ji Huai, Ren Anjing, Yao Xueying, and Ji Lun had just arrived as well.
Ji Huai's face was completely bloodless. Even with the butler's support, his steps were still unsteady, as if he had no footing and couldn't stand firmly on the ground.
Ren Anjing was tense all over, which made her already sharp features look even more intimidating.
Xu Qingyun walked towards Ji Huai, about to comfort him, when Ren Anjing suddenly slapped her across the face with a loud "smack," knocking her hairpin off. This showed how hard Ren Anjing had slapped her.
Xu Qingyun's fair cheeks immediately became red and swollen, and her face felt burning painful.
Her pupils dilated, her gaze instantly turning icy as she stared coldly at Ren Anjing. "Ms. Ren, you are no one to me, you have no right to hit me!"
Ren Anjing's face flushed red, her chest heaved violently, and her eyes were moist, blazing with anger.
"Don't you know you can't chat while driving?! You knew Han Chen was driving and you still video-called him?!"
"Xu Qingyun, let me tell you, you better pray that Ji Hanchen is alright, otherwise if anything happens to him, I will never let you off the hook!"
Ren Anjing's voice was hoarse and stern, filled with endless worry!
Ji Huai quickly pulled Ren Anjing aside, his voice filled with exhaustion, "That's enough, Anjing, this has nothing to do with Xiaoyun."
"How can it not be related?! If Ji Hanchen hadn't been on the phone with her, would he have been able to see the car behind him?!"
“I started having Ji Hanchen drive when he was twelve years old, just to train his reaction ability. By the time he was seventeen, he could drive on the highway all night!”
Even so, I still forced him to watch those car accident videos every day, just to let him know that he must be careful when driving!
"I know there's a driver at home, but I still want him to be constantly alert. I'm not afraid of anything else, I'm just afraid of that one thing happening!"
"But I never expected that after all these years without any problems, this 'what if' would happen because of this girl!"
"She's a complete jinx! You shouldn't have agreed to the marriage between Lao Jiu and her!"
Ren Anjing roared angrily, her voice growing increasingly shrill, echoing in the empty space.
Ji Huai's chest heaved with anger. "What time is it?! And you're still making a scene?! Is that the point?! It's Ninth Brother, Ninth Brother!"
"I don't care about anything else right now, I just want Lao Jiu to be safe and sound! I just want my son to live!"
As he finished speaking, Ji Huai's voice choked with emotion, and his body swayed as if he might collapse at any moment.
He's 78, almost 80. Ji Hanchen is his youngest son and his chosen successor. He really can't imagine what would happen if something were to happen to him.
Ren Anjing fell silent instantly after being yelled at by Ji Huai. She turned her face away and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Even in this situation, she did not show any vulnerability.
Xu Qingyun felt a tightness in her chest, and her limbs felt heavy and stiff, as if she were going through a serious illness that could kill her.
She didn't defend herself anymore, because Ji Hanchen was indeed video chatting with her at the time.
Even if Ji Hanchen's car accident had nothing to do with her, she couldn't make excuses at this time.
The atmosphere suddenly became deathly quiet.
Xu Qingyun picked up the hairpin and walked to a distance, leaning gently against the wall, biting her lip, and turning her face to the window.
She thought that being away from the emergency room would ease her worries, but in reality, she couldn't calm down and always felt anxious, short of breath, and unable to catch her breath.
Not far away, Yao Xueying and Ji Lun didn't dare to get close.
Ji Lun sat on the bench with his hands crossed, elbows resting on his knees, and his head hanging down, so his expression was not visible and his emotions were impossible to guess.
Yao Xueying huddled up, her face pale and her lips trembling. She kept glancing in the direction of the emergency room, but she didn't dare to meet the eyes of the Ji family members.
She glanced at Xu Qingyun again and asked softly, "Son, is Ji Hanchen really in trouble?"
Ji Lun was unusually irritable. "How should I know? Can you stop bothering me? I'm not a doctor. Go ask a doctor yourself!"
Yao Xueying immediately shut up.
Please, please don't let anything really happen. If he really dies, and the old man investigates, then...
Yao Xueying became more and more frightened as she thought about it, but there was no one she could talk to now. She was like an ant on a hot pan.
Time passed second by second, and for those waiting, each day felt like an eternity; every second of waiting was agonizing.
Ji Hanchen hadn't come out yet when Lu Chuan and Shen Luo rushed over.
Lu Chuan had lost his shoes while running, one foot was bare and the other was wearing a slipper, and his clothes were loose.
Shen Luo's face was ashen. She ran up to him and asked in a cold voice, "Where is Ji Hanchen?!"
The butler quickly replied, "Ninth Master is still being treated, and the young master of the Bai family is inside."
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