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Besides, news of people being extorted after helping elderly people is rampant these days. What if he comes to his senses and claims she harmed him? He'd demand compensation for all his losses, which would be a thankless task for her. She's already heavily in debt; how could she afford to offend him? Last year's Spring Festival Gala had a skit about a boss who used to drive a Mercedes and wear a Rolex, but after helping elderly people three times, he went bankrupt, lost his Mercedes and watch, and ended up riding a bicycle.
With that thought in mind, Ye Wenyu gritted her teeth and forced herself to harden her heart, walking mercilessly past the person who had fallen. However, after taking only two steps forward, his painful groans came again, like thunder, exploding in her ears. Ye Wenyu suddenly stopped in her tracks.
If she can't receive warmth, then she should give warmth to others! If she can't receive love, then she should try to love others! Only by doing this can her dark, repressed, and tragic life be brought with it rain and sunshine, right?
Doing good deeds brings good luck. She was already poor enough and wasn't afraid of becoming poorer. In any case, one shouldn't stand by and watch someone die. It was the middle of the night, and the road was very remote. If she didn't help, the injured person would surely die. Therefore, Ye Wenyu changed her mind. She quickly turned around and strode towards the person who had fallen.
In the pouring rain, she quickly crouched down, reached out, and patted the person lying face down, hoping he was still conscious and could stand up on his own. Judging from his physique—broad chest, shoulders, tall stature, and muscular build—she already knew he was a man, and had once been a very tall and strong man.
I had suspected before that the water around his body was blood, but now that I've crouched down and looked closely, I've discovered that the water is indeed blood red. And the closer I get to his body, the more shocking the red color becomes, a thick, dark red. It turns out he's been bleeding all along, and the bleeding hasn't stopped yet!
She felt as if struck by lightning; the situation was far more serious than she had imagined.
Ye Wenyu's face turned deathly pale. She raised her voice, patted his shoulder, and said to him loudly and urgently, "Hey, can you get up? Can you get up? You'll drown like this."
The rain poured down, and the only sound between heaven and earth was the "whoosh" of the rain.
But the man who had fallen did not answer her; perhaps he no longer had the strength to answer her. He simply groaned in pain once more.
His body remained motionless, like a collapsing jade mountain.
Left with no other choice, Ye Wenyu held the umbrella between her neck and her arms, freeing up both hands. Then, she used all her strength to pull the man's shoulders over, trying to turn him over. If she succeeded, he would be lying face up and at least wouldn't drown in the city's floodwaters.
His body was as heavy as stone, yet as hot as fire. Ye Wenyu felt as if she wasn't moving a person, but rather a scorching hot stone. Several times, she failed, his body crashing heavily to the ground, groaning in pain. She wanted to give up, but when her fingers touched his body and found it warm, knowing he was still alive, she found boundless strength again.
Time passed, and finally, his body began to move under her strength. Then, Ye Wenyu gritted her teeth, exerted her strength, and flipped him over.
The torrential rain washed over his pale, handsome face.
When Ye Wenyu saw his face clearly, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning. It was actually him?
The man she's saving now, who's on the verge of death, is actually Lin Tingfeng!
In that instant, the umbrella she was holding around her neck slipped off and fell to the ground as she was shocked, leaving Ye Wenyu completely exposed to the pouring rain and soaked to the bone.
The world is so small, as small as a matchbox! Ye Wenyu stared blankly at Lin Tingfeng, a knife embedded in his chest, blood gushing out incessantly. His face was as pale as paper, his handsome features smeared with water and grime.
Ye Wenyu stared blankly at him, her heart churning like an overturned truck. How could it be him? How could it possibly be him?! He was lying on the street, stabbed, and barely alive. He wasn't a thug; he was the president of the Lin Group, with a clean record. Wherever he went, he was always followed by a large group of people. Where was his driver? Where was his butler? Where was his secretary? Where was his doctor? Where was his lawyer?
Her mind was filled with the deafening roar of fireworks. Ye Wenyu was petrified, squatting on the spot with her hands around her knees. She was also in the pouring rain, and the huge rain curtain blurred her vision. Was all of this real, or just a nightmare?
A few seconds passed, and Ye Wenyu regained her senses. She knew that if she continued to delay like this, Lin Tingfeng would surely die. She looked at his wound, where the knife was stuck in his heart. She wondered if there was any hope of saving him.
She used to hate him to death, but now, seeing him severely injured and on the verge of death, and remembering all the good he had done for her in her past life, she felt a sharp pang of sorrow. She couldn't just stand by and watch him die—
Therefore, Ye Wenyu reached out and trembled as she touched Lin Tingfeng's face. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and all around was the sound of rain.
Amidst the torrential rain, Ye Wenyu wiped the rain from her face, reached out and patted Lin Tingfeng's face, anxiously shouting, "Wake up, wake up!"
Lin Tingfeng was unconscious, but his face was hot, burning like fire. He seemed to have a high fever and occasionally let out painful groans. The bleeding on his chest had not stopped.
Ye Wenyu became anxious and leaned even closer, shouting at him in an even louder voice, "Wake up! Wake up!" If he didn't wake up soon, he would die!
Looking at his nearly 1.85-meter height, like a mountain, when he was healthy, he walked with the physique of a bear. No matter what, she could not possibly lift him or carry him on her back.
What to do, what to do?
Ye Wenyu was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan; the pain made her pale and her brows furrowed.
However, Lin Tingfeng kept his eyes tightly closed. The heavy rain poured down on his face, making his face appear even paler, like a pale tree root dug out of the ground by an excavator.
Ye Wenyu panicked. She wiped the rain off her face and looked around anxiously, hoping someone would come and help her get him to the hospital. But she was disappointed. It was almost midnight, and it was a stormy night. People on the street were heartbroken. Only poor people like her, who couldn't survive without working, would be out and about.
There was no one on the street.
She was the only one left to beg him.
Ye Wenyu gritted her teeth. The only way now was to wake Lin Tingfeng. So, she practically lay her small body on top of him, pressed her face against his, and put her mouth directly to his ear. With all her might, she shouted at him, "Wake up! You'll die if you don't wake up!"
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