As Wen Zhengtian strode toward Zhao Xiaoyue, the sound of a sharp slap echoed deafeningly in the corridor.
With trembling hands, Wen Zhengtian pointed at Zhao Xiaoyue, whose face had been slapped to the side, and roared angrily, "Please leave my Tongle, do you understand? If it weren't for you, he wouldn't have been in this situation!"
These words were like a knife, piercing Zhao Xiaoyue's heart. She felt her heart was empty, with a draft whistling through it.
Zhao Zhe immediately stood in front of Zhao Xiaoyue and roared at Wen Zhengtian, who was pointing at Zhao Xiaoyue, "What right do you have to hit my sister, you old geezer?"
Hou Taotao and Chen Jinghuai were surprised by Mr. Wen's first reaction upon seeing the helmsman, and their faces immediately darkened.
"Mr. Wen, please have some self-respect. You have neither the right nor the qualification to put us at the helm."
Five finger marks were clearly visible on Zhao Xiaoyue's face. But the pain in her heart was even harder for her to bear than the pain on her face.
The lights in the emergency room were turned off, and the doctor came out and asked who was a family member of Si Tongming.
Wen Zhengtian staggered and hurried toward the doctor, "I am... Doctor, I am Situ Ming's family member. How is he? How is my grandson?"
The doctor said, "Other injuries are manageable, but the main problem is the head. If he doesn't wake up within a month, there's an 80% chance he'll become a vegetable. Your family needs to be prepared."
Wen Zhengtian fainted. It's like one problem after another. His Tong Le was just getting started, and now he has to suffer another heavy blow.
When Wen Zhengtian raised his hand to hit Zhao Xiaoyue, Duan Peng was behind him and didn't have time to stop him.
He took Wen Zhengtian to his ward to rest and then walked up to Zhao Xiaoyue.
Hou Taotao immediately shielded Zhao Xiaoyue behind him.
"Peach, stand to the side for a moment."
peach?
The group looked toward the source of the sound with complicated expressions, while Zhao Xiaoyue calmly looked at Duan Peng.
"What did Wen Zhengtian mean by what he just said? What did he mean by 'If it weren't for you, he wouldn't have gotten into trouble'?"
The girl sitting leaning against the railing was clearly only fifteen or sixteen years old, but the oppressive aura emanating from her was like that of a ghostly king in the night, as if she wanted to slaughter all living beings in the world.
The cold, raw atmosphere inexplicably instilled a sense of dread.
Hou Taotao pressed down hard and took the helm... Something's not right!
Just a casual glance, as if some dangerous, unknown beast were staring at him, sent chills down Hou Taotao's spine.
He immediately stood respectfully behind Zhao Xiaoyue.
Duan Peng, with his strong mental fortitude, explained, "I'm sorry, Manager Zhao, the old man is just too concerned about the young master. Please don't mind."
Zhao Xiaoyue's sharp almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly. "I'll ask you one more time, what do you mean by 'if it weren't for you, he wouldn't have gotten into trouble'?"
Fine beads of sweat appeared on Duan Peng's forehead, so he forced himself to remain calm and replied, "The commander sent people to investigate right after the car accident..."
The two truck drivers were both terminally ill cancer patients and they were brothers.
Knowing his days were numbered, he wanted to leave some money for his wife and children, and just then, someone offered him a "pillow" (a metaphor for financial assistance).
The day before the incident, the two brothers received an extra five million in their accounts, and were tasked with finding a way to kill a man named Situ Ming.
No matter how long it takes, as long as people can't leave the city, it's fine.
As luck would have it, Situ Ming and the comic convention ended the very next day.
Furthermore, when Situ Ming received the call from the comic convention, Wen Zhengtian was right in front of him. The arrogant Situ Ming said, "You stay at home, I'm going to see your granddaughter-in-law."
Wen Zhengtian assumed that Situ Ming had gone out to be with Zhao Xiaoyue, but now his Tong Le was in the emergency room, while Zhao Xiaoyue was standing here perfectly fine.
That's why the scene just now happened.
The car accident occurred, and the driver died at the scene.
Zhao Xiaoyue stood up and walked two steps away from Duan Peng, asking, "Who is the mastermind behind this?"
Duan Peng shook his head, "There's no news on that yet."
"Zhao Zhe, where's your computer?"
"Yes, at home, in my small apartment."
Zhao Zhe felt that his sister was quite scary at this moment, as she was even stuttering a bit when she spoke.
Hou Taotao immediately accepted the order, saying, "I'll have someone deliver it."
Twenty minutes later, Zhao Zhe, holding his laptop, asked, "Sis, what should I do now?"
Zhao Xiaoyue held the remittance documents given to her by Duan Peng, as well as all the information about the car accident.
With his eyes closed, he said, "I'll hack into all the city's surveillance cameras along the entire route, then find the truck driver and find out how he got there and where he came from."
"Second, track the IP address of the remittance, the more detailed the better."
Although surveillance cameras are not ubiquitous on the streets, they are still prevalent in urban areas and affluent neighborhoods.
Zhao Zhe's fingers flew across the keyboard, quickly skimming through lines of code. In just two or three minutes, he figured out where the truck had come from.
The two brothers took turns keeping watch. Once Situ Ming left the villa area, one of them would take a taxi to follow him. In the flow of people and cars, who would notice someone following them? Besides, the driver was just an ordinary person.
As for the IP address, Zhao Zhe switched the computer to his sister in less than a minute.
"Sister, the address is in Kyoto, and the account holder is listed as Wang Wenjing."
Zhao Xiaoyue stared at the computer screen, silent and eerily calm.
The operating room door opened again, and Zhao Xiaoyue stood in front of the doctor. "How is the person inside?"
The doctor was taken aback by the chilling tone. "The injuries aren't serious. He has a broken right leg and a broken left forearm. He'll be fine after a few days of rest. However, the concussion is quite severe, and he needs to rest in bed."
Zhao Xiaoyue sat on the edge of the comic convention bed, staring at the convention without saying a word.
“Electric Eel, I think I was wrong. I shouldn’t have gotten involved. The old man was right. If it weren’t for me, he would be fine.”
A week has passed in a blur.
Anime convention and Situ Ming still haven't woken up.
Situ Ming was critically ill and admitted to the ICU, where he had to rely on ECMO several times to save his life.
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